Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when...
Till we get it right
I don't want to end up losing my soul
I can get low, I can get low
Don’t know which way is up
Yea I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down
Call it a curse
Or just call me blessed
If you can’t handle my worst
You ain’t getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt?
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt