The thought of her makes my heart ache
I just know she’ll make my heart break
But why, oh why, do I go back to that place?
Won’t you help me get this woman off my mind?
Please help me, I’ve gotta get the thought behind.
‘Cause I know if I don’t do it,
I’ll be one of the hurtin’ kind.
I go to bed at night, get up the next day
All I think about is gettin’ back to your place.
Somebody’s gotta help me, I can’t shake this nasty bind.
Somebody’s gotta help me, she always looks so damn fine.
No matter how I try,
I’m gonna lose my mind.
I’ve got the Lizabeth Jones, I need some every day.
I’ve got the Lizabeth Jones, I can’t seem to get away.
This jones’ll keep me coming,
Way on past my dying day.