Clay Dixon and the Piccadillies - Worms (Live)

Funny little words
Funny little things
We use all sorts of phrases for our little heartstrings
You make them sing

When someone caught my eye
Became the apple of it
I think landed on cloud nine or somewhere else above it
Just like a glove fits

A dreamboat on the seas
I feel them start to churn
We're taking in some water now and oh my God it burns
Some folks get butterflies but
You give me worms

How I say it doesn't
Make a difference to you. I could
Speak a hundred languages
And still i not get through to you

How I try to help you
I've tried all the usual terms
But this idiot's out of idioms so
You give me worms

How I say it doesn't
Make a difference to you. I could
Speak a hundred languages
And still i not get through to you

How I try to help you
I've tried all the usual terms
But this idiot's out of idioms so
You give me worms

Written by:
Clay Dixon

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