39 lyrics for "My fault, is it my fault"
I try my best to behave And I can't help feelin' this way And is it some kind of fiction? Or the sweetest addiction? So what if I'm crazy 'Cause love makes me do it It's not my fault so don't blame me 'Cause love makes me I tear the shrink wrap off
PlayWhat's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you Fear will always make
PlayDrinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing
PlayWe’ve been missing each other, We’ve been missing each other. Is it my fault, is it my fault? My fault, is it my fault? I took a walk on a Saturday night, Fog in the air, Just to make my mind seem clear Where do I go from here? I see my breath pushing
PlayI'm falling in love with your default picture. Whoa, oho, oho, whoa, Hey I got a feeling in my bones that I can't get rid off But that's probably the base Can't get this picture out my mind, that I've seen on Twitter The one of your face Girl I'm just
Play'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I
PlayDidn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep little lion man, You're not as brave as you were at the start
PlayIt's My Own Fault (Recorded Live At the Regal Theatre, Chicago, Illinois, November 21, 1964)
B.B. King
It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home
PlayTop of the world Living the dream, wake me up, wake me up when it's over I've tried my best to be humble I've tried so hard to explain I know that nothing is easy (Over and over) I know that all of it's my fault I bring you nothing but pain Look at the
PlayThe clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour
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