1, 2, 3, 4
Yeah, we left that house, we were slamming at the door
Let your words fly loose like peas from a jar
You said, " Haven't run away, put your heart in the news
And made you quit cigarettes and get an interest in booze, oh
Oh, darling, why you give me your problems?
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
Need me, a fine time to need me
Every little baby is surprised by the pain
Get burned in the fire and wet in the rain
Yeah, well, it ain't my folly, let the stakes fly high
You were pouring gasoline on someone else' fire
Oh, darling, why you give me your problems?
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
It kills me, a fine time to need me
I better tell him just to be in that corner
Just to show I really couldn't stand you
Who wants another just summer before its over
I never knew you wanna be your own misery
Even though you're never really so good to me
You're on your own, away from me
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
You picked a fine time to need me
Need me, a fine time to need me
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