You Made Me Feel - The Trash Can Sinatras

So typical — a battle of wits

And I’ve come half prepared

I know all the ropes

But I haven’t a hope

Of pulling you back to me

I’m losing my grip

And sailing this ship

From barstool to borstal and back

You made me feel I was born again

It’s a shame I never grew up again

I’m a boy at sea

And I’m stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many

Now bottle scars are all that I have

To show the boys back home

Who’d said that to plead

Was a sign of the weak

And to fight was a sign

Of the strong

Just fairweather words

From four-letter friends

But I found out

The four-letter way

You made me feel I was born again

It’s a shame I never grew up again

I’m a boy at sea

And I’m stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many

And now I’ve swallowed my pride

I promise you, I

Couldn’t eat another word

I’ll count to three then I sail to sea

I just got to eight

When you started to say

I’ll bid you farewell

I’m going, going

Gone