Why all it goes with the passion in the words you never said And all my hopes are sprinkled like the words you never read Put my word strength to the test All the pages that were left Cold in January bitter winters cold And all my woes are built on bits of freakish brain attacks Now I know just what I lack Been told a time or two in fact A time or two in fact, if time is what I lack Its all a part of waking up and making the bed real nice Like Aunt Betty always said, its all just in your head Its all just in your head Toes in January bitter winters cold And all my woes, are built on bits of freakish brain attacks And I know just what I lack Been told a time or two in fact A time or two in fact, if time is what I lack Its all a part of waking up and making the bed real nice Like Aunt Betty always said, its all just in your head Its all just in your head
lack, freakish, fact, january, betty