Letra de Everything You Touch Becomes A Crutch
Have I said too much Am I losing my touch I don't think we should touch You go with the other men Me, I beat myself to sleep Maybe I should have just Left all this in a lock-up box In BostonI never said too much I always tried to save face I never said too much I tried to save my face Only a few spare incidents of disgraceNever said too much I said we should not touch I beat myself to sleep You go with the other menGo with your other men I beat myself to sleep I beat myself to sleep Maybe I should have left all this in an airport lock-up box In Boston