Lletres: Ari Hest. Twelve Mondays. I'll Be There.

In films that you cana??t wait to see
In clothes that you thought you had cleaned
In dreams that youa??re soon gonna dream
Ia??ll be there

On records youa??re dying to buy
On drugs youa??ve been meaning to try
In manners of some other guy

Ia??ll be there (Ia??ll be there to make you miserable)

It doesna??t matter, it doesna??t matter what you want from me
My parts have scattered, my parts have scattered
And theya??re everywhere youa??re going to be

No letters will come in the mail
No calls that could leave you a trail
In body I have set sail, but in spirit

Ia??ll be there to make you miserable

Ia??ll be there to make you miserable

In drinks that you drink to forget
In pets that youa??re aching to pet
Ia??d wager a sizable bet
Ia??ll be there to make you miserable

Ita??s not that I hate you so bad
Ita??s not that youa??ve made me so mad
I just want you to know that Ia??m glad

Ia??ll be there (Ia??ll be there to make you miserable)
Ia??ll be there (Ia??ll be there to make you miserable)
Ia??ll be there to make you
Mis
Ra
Ble.