| I’m sick and tired of love troubles
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| Searched my whole life to find my perfect world
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| And then when she shows
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| I realise we come from different worlds
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| Her with her money
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| She’s never had to work for anything at all
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| And me I was born to work for each and everything I own
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| She say: pack all your troubles and leave me I say: the argument’s over now everything’s fine
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| But I feel like a jackal!
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| She says silver bells and pretty clothes they often make me smile
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| But nobody could afford the way you held
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| Then kissed my mouth goodbye
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| I wanted to trust you and I wanted you to trust me Swear that you need me all of the time
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| But I know I’m a jackal in your mind
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| I’m sick and tired of love’s sorrows
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| Facing all the things that I really want to hide
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| The child in me grows
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| It lives its life and feeds on my insides
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| Never showing, it never had a chance to see a happy time
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| My parents it seems were hell bent on destroying all my pride
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| They say: pack all your troubles get out of here
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| I say: I can’t bring my friends round I’m scared of what they’ll find
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| And they’ll think I’m a jackal
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| She says silver bells and pretty clothes they often make me smile
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| But nobody could afford the very first time we met and you said hi I wanted to kiss you and I wanted you to kiss me All those moments long lost in time
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| Now I’m just a jackal in your mind
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| Jackal in your mind
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| Jackal in your mind |