Hey, Mr Mr What bothers me is you, you Hanging around this world alone, and I feel the blues, blues When I'm talking about it Nowhere just thinking about it Hell, I'm fine here Drinking my wine, my life And what could be worse is long gone by When I know in my heart in my head I can do without In my lungs, in my hands The heavy eyes of a jealous man This is everything I've known What do I really have to offer? Nothing Hey, Mr Mr It bothers me that you, you Hanging around this world, spinning around And I feel the blues When I'm thinking about it Nowhere just talking about it Hell, I'm fine here Drinking my wine, my life And what could be worse is long gone by When I know in my heart in my head I can do without In my lungs, in my hands The heavy eyes of a jealous man This is everything I've known What do I really have to offer? What do I (what do I?) What do I (what do I?) Nothing (It spins around, it spins around, it spins around this world) Hey, Mr Mr It bothers me And around this world There's a lonely girl And never knows Motherfucker, it's my attitude that bothers you When I know in my heart In my head I can do without In my lungs, in my hands The heavy eyes of a jealous man This is everything I've known What do I really have to offer? Nothing at all Nothing at all