Heavy blues
Well I'm glad I can't read you mind baby
Dread to think what it might say
Well I'm glad I can't read you mind baby
Dread to think what it might say
One thing for certain
Nothin good about me anyway
Well I don't know what damn fool hypothesised that
Woman was the weaker sex
Well I don't know what damn fool hypothesised that
Woman was the weaker sex
You got my arm twisted up my back baby
So I just keep writing those rubber cheques
Well I'm glad I can't see the future baby
Don't think it would make an attractive view
Well I'm glad I can't see the future baby
Don't think it would make an attractive view
See I'd rather live in oblivion
Facing the black unknown with you
Yes I'd rather live in oblivion
Facing the black unknown with you
Yes I'd rather live in oblivion
Facing the black unknown with you