Southside

I think that I'll like it
 I think that I'll like it, yeah
 I think that I'll like it
 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
 I don't think that I like it
 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