Indigestible

I see her tremendous joy in a smiling face... it kind of matters the way she moves, the way it bothers me WhatÂ's the use of worrying... I canÂ't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining A short distance away... imprison my immoral side Violent dislike is here to stay... I have to find a way WhatÂ's the use of worrying... I canÂ't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining Constant without a momentÂ's respite... reject all my offers of compa*sion I could never deny... youÂ're indigestible WhatÂ's the use of worrying... I canÂ't do anything about it... so why are we always complaining