Running late, hit my head on the coffee table
And then I run out of gas
I heard the count but ended up in the middle of nowhere
And someone stole all my cash
Guess, guess
Oh what a tangled web by weave
I've got no tricks left up my sleeves
I've tossed my head into the rain

I've got it bad
You've got it even worse now
Let's put our heads together
And reverse the curse

All dressed up but slipped into the muddy water
This day just ain't going right
Bottom vices always need be strict to crisis
That's my so called life, life, life

Oh what a tangled web I weave
I've got no tricks left up my sleeves
I've tossed my head to the rain

I've got it bad
You've got it even worse now
Let's put our heads together
And reverse the curse

I'm all out of luck
Or is it running out of me
I'm all, all screwed up
But there's no place I'd rather be

Well I've got it bad
You've got it even worse now
Let's put our heads together
And reverse the curse

Oh, I've got it good (I've got it good now)
You even got it better
Baby we put our heads together
And reverse the curse
Yes we reverse the curse
Of my so called life

Writer : PERRY, LINDA
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC