Lletres: Billie Holiday. Glad to Be Unhappy.

Look at yourself
If you had the sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band

Look at yourself
Do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?

Since you took it on the chin
You have lost that toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble

Fools rush in, so here am I
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, but here am I
More than glad to be unhappy

Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad

Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad