Arthur Beatrice - Singles lyrics

Growling into the gloom In flaming dark room It never ends well And I Can stand for myself Bereft of your wealth And all to lose It's new And I could do with a face like yours To get me through hard times To be approached by so many fathers But never relied on mine Never relied on mine Blows So fatally dealt Gone south of the belt I know it so well But how could I mind What once was so high That bothers, entwines? And I could do with a face like yours To get me through hard times To be approached by so many fathers But never relied on mine And I meant to say The things I meant Only for longing to see your sense But honestly, so honestly It's all for your own good, baby I could do with a face like yours To get me through hard times To be approached by so many fathers But never relied on mine Never relied on mine