Tekster: Beatles, The. Misery.

The world is treating me bad, misery.

I?m the kind of guy who never used to cry.

The world is treating me bad, misery.

I?ve lost her now for sure,

I won?t see her no more,

It?s gonna be a drag misery.

I?ll remember all the little things we?ve done,

Can?t she see she?ll be the only one, lone one,

Send her back to me ?cos ev?ry one can see,

Without her I will be in misery.

I?ll remember all the little things we?ve done,

Can?t she see she?ll be the only one, lone one,

Send her back to me ?cos ev?ry one can see,

Without her I will be in misery.

Oo in misery. Oo in misery.