Sugar So Bitter

I'm eighteen dollars none the richer And you're the type with diamonds on her hand Inclined to fall for me; go figure It makes my heart sink trying to be your kind of man You got a cold grip on my chest I'm sinking deeper now inside myself to hide I have a cold soul next to your soul But heaven knows it's twice as cold as this outside Pretend to look at you with lust Drains my resolve just being at your beck and call How could I need to be so needed Oh Lord, this isn't worth the cost at all