Texty: The Beatles. Misery.

The world is treating me bad misery.
I'm the kind of guy,
Who never used to cry,
The world is treating me bad, misery.
I've lost her now for sure,
I won't see her no more,
It's gonna be a drag in misery.
I'll remember all the little things we've done
Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one.
Send her back to me,
'Cause everyone can see
Without her I will be in misery
I'll remember all the little things we've done.
She'll remember and she'll miss her only one, lonely one.
Send her back to me,
'Cause everyone can see,
Without her I will be in misery
In misery,
My misery,