Michelle Ultra Lyrics

My liver wakes me up in the middle of the night

My love, is there so cold and clear

Degradation fleas my mind

As you fill me up inside

Irritable eyes, old and dry

Now I'm seein two of you

Michelle

Michelle

A match in the hands of a child

Lit when I should've known better

I flew off the handle

And landed in a bottle

Open arms and open cap

I can't dry heave alone

I heave the bottle into a pile

Of glass in a spinning room

No thanks honey, I won't take no blue ribbon

And you can keep your early gray tea

I can keep my hands off of cold harsh Stella

All I need is

Michelle