Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, try
You'll never persuade me
I only have tears for with the rain
For the hatter doesn't want
And I try for every one
I am from a bed, I am from the sold, so don't expect me to stay with anyone
Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, try
You'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain
My mother never takes a break
From a ponder left with furniture
Every moment on her feet is torture
Taking advantage of amateurs