69 South (Xtcy Freestyle) Sowed + Reverb

I do not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.

[Chorus]
I shudder at the thought of men. . . 
I’m due to fall in love again

I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.

[BRIDGE]
Maybe you think I’m being unreasonable,
And falling in love isn’t seasonal,
But like hay fever hits my nose,
That’s the way romance goes

I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.

I shudder at the thought of men. . . 
I’m due to fall in love again

I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.

I shudder at the thought of men. . . 
I’m due to fall in love again

I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men. . . 
I’m due to fall in love again.

I shudder at the thought of men. . . 
I’m due to fall in love again

Original Poem 'Symptom Recital' by Dorothy Parker


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