Carmella - Beth Orton

There’s something kinda funny 'bout a man making money

Of a blonde haired blue eyed girl

He’s got a child at home who he likes to leave alone

For his blonde haired blue eyed girl

Carmell, where you gonna run to When the sky comes crashing in on you

Slow down, who you gonna turn to When there’s nothing left for you to prove

And I can’t control myself

And I won’t be no one else

No I can’t control myself

And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else

Is it true what they say about you do you know it too?

There’s nothing very funny 'bout a man spending money

On a blonde haired blue eyed girl

He’s got a child at home who he loves to leave alone

For his blonde haired blue eyed girl

Carmell, where you gonna run to When the sky comes crashing in on you

Slow down, who you gonna turn to When there’s nothing left for you to prove

And I can’t control myself

And I won’t be no one else

No I can’t control myself

And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else

It’s true what they say about you do you know it too?

And I can’t control myself

And I won’t be on one else

No I can’t control myself

And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else

It’s true what they say about you and I know it too

I always knew it too