Jumble, Jumble — текст песни (White Stripes, The)

Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can`t even see ya
look like a mouse

Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground

tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I`m at the door

Why can`t you be nicer to me?
somebody`s screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything`s so funny
i don`t have any money
people don`t even know me
but they know how to show me

why can`t you be nicer to me?

my pride is dying
i think i`m all done lying
nobody`s sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody`s talking

why can`t you be nicer to me?

well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody`s calling
on the ground and laying
nobody`s praying

why can`t you be nicer to me?