Lisa Miskovsky

Plug it in, take it back
Pull my head out
And don't doubt
The way that you feel
Shove it in, you can win
No-one answers, the dancers
I'm ready to deal
Maybe this is all a joke to you
I know, I feel it too
You're my sweet little,
Sweet little misery
You're my sweet little,
Sweet little misery
You're my sweet little,
Sweet little misery
You're my sweet little,
Sweet little misery
Black and blue, where are you?
I came through though
I said so, the things that you do
Let me go, let it show