Southside
I think that I'll like it
I think that I'll like it
Yeah, I think that I'll like it
Yeah, I think that I'll like it
Heading down to the Southside
I find the door with the black handle
She'll lead me to the bedroom
And I'll forget my collapse
In the rush of the night
I'll never see the light
I don't know what's become
Of my darling back home, yeah
Her skin was pale and soft
My clothes bunched on the floor
Passion leaves me empty
A broken bottle thrown away
In the rush of the night
I'll never see the light
I don't know what's become
Of my darling back home
I don't think that I like it
No, I don't think that I like it
No, I don't think that I like it
No, I don't think anymore
I don't think anymore
I don't think anymore
I don't think anymore
I don't think anymore
I don't think anymore
Writer/s: Nate Cooper
