Better off Dead

Better off Dead - Linnzi Zaorski

Never treat me very good

Nice and friendly like you could

Why don't you tell me why I should Hang around with you

I'm so lonesome in my bed

Gloom and sadness fill my head

Think I might be better dead

Than hang around with you

I don't want a man to tease me

Then leave me all alone

Or have them other girls call you baby on the telephone

Why don't you love me any more

Or send me roses to my door

Instead I'm crying on the floor

Just thinking about you

Never treat me very good

Nice and friendly like you could

Why don't you tell me why I should Hang around with you

I'm so lonesome in my bed

Gloom and sadness fill my head

Think I might be better dead

Than hang around with you

I don't want a man to tease me

Then leave me all alone

Or have them other girls call you baby on the telephone

Why don't you love me any more

Or send me roses to my door

Instead I'm crying on the floor

Just thinking about you