Letra de They'll Like Me When I'm Sick

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Hi, my name is Mitchell Welling
I'm nineteen years old, I am a musician
Would you like to hear a song?

Hi, my name is none of your concern
Just listen and judge me for what you think I'm worth
And you said, "I like the way your fingers play the chords
I like the way you make me feel at home."
Woah

I heard you're at it again, I just called to say I never left
And good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck
I heard you needed some
If your father could see the mess you made
He wouldn't like it very much

You're playing a game entitled
"Hey, they're gonna like me when I'm sick!"
Just don't lie in the bed you made yourself
And expect me to tuck you in
'Cause I won't

Because I liked the way my fingers played with yours
Yeah, I liked the way you made me feel at home
Woah, woah