Southside

I think that I'll like it I think that I'll like it Yeah, I think that I'll like it Yeah, I think that I'll like it Heading down to the Southside I find the door with the black handle She'll lead me to the bedroom And I'll forget my collapse ​In the rush of the night I'll never see the light I don't know what's become Of my darling back home, yeah Her skin was pale and soft My clothes bunched on the floor Passion leaves me empty A broken bottle thrown away ​ In the rush of the night I'll never see the light I don't know what's become Of my darling back home I don't think that I like it No, I don't think that I like it No, I don't think that I like it No, I don't think anymore I don't think anymore I don't think anymore I don't think anymore I don't think anymore ​I don't think anymore