Well, you bury your head in the things you said, that's fine
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine
Baby, so much better all the time
Baby, so much better all the time
Just a good boy
You bury your head in the things you said, that's fine
Looking hard to see my way
A little time, a little trouble, a better day
A little time, a little trouble, better days
A little time, a little trouble, a better day
We can make it better
We can make it better
You give all you want, but you take away what's mine
A little time, a little trouble, a better day
But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine
I see no reason as for why it cannot be
Looking hard to see my way
Just a good boy
You give all you want but you take away what's mine
I see no reason as for why it cannot be
