She's my everything
And she's so mean
I'm caught expecting rain
I sleep on the deck
Thinking of us
I'm just holding on
I have nothing for Dula
I have nothing for the pain
I have nothing for everything
I'm caught expecting rain
I stare all night
At the doorbell
Bracing for the fall
I see she throws out
Tupperware, I care
So I sort it all
I have nothing for Dala
And nothing against the pain
I have nothing for Dula
I'm on the outside
She's in there
I'm on the damp ground
She's in my arm chair
If only I had that sophisticated life
I'd be in that bed and she'd be my wife
She's my everything
And she's so mean
I'm caught expecting rain
I have nothing for Dula
I have nothing for the pain
I have nothing for Dula
I have nothing for Dula