Paul Heaton - Mitch lyrics

How can I turn this red cross, back into a tick? Like how come I turned good looks into frail and sick? Not only did I blind the blind But I also took their stick Crippled myself with a baseball bat and a brick Most other men like to whine about the seven year itch They're the same men who call you liar and b**h But you're the reason I'm still here And not facing a ditch, Mitch And they're a lot poorer than me, I'm incredibly rich Until I watch them lower my coffin Deep down in the grave Until I hear the digging sound of soil and spade There doesn't seem a single person Able to persuade This self-indulgent idiot's the easiest laid Most other men like to whine about the seven year itch They're the same men who call you liar and b**h But you're the reason I'm still here And not facing a ditch, Mitch And they're a lot poorer than me, I'm incredibly rich If there's a way to pay you back before I die If there's one little prayer I can answer, I'll try Write these words in cloud On the bluest of skies The best pair of ears to a man who just wanted to cry How did I screw up and throw such a beautiful chance? Turned down every women that asked me up to dance Yes stab me with the truth Use a sword use a lance I'd still think two steps back is the way to advance Most other men like to whine about the seven year itch They're the same men who call you liar and b**h But you're the reason I'm still here And not facing a ditch, Mitch And they're a lot poorer than me, I'm incredibly rich If there's a way to pay you back before I die If there's one little prayer I can answer, I'll try Write these words in cloud On the bluest of skies The best pair of ears to a man who just wanted to cry