I’m not a bad man, I’m a sad man with a mad face
and I’ve got big trouble now
coming at me from such a little place.
It’s getting hard to catch a little
peace round here when I just wanna
kick back with a girl and a joint on my
arse with a cold beer.
I’m not a phone man, I’m a face to face man
if we gotta talk it’s gotta be face to face not
daytime, evening, weekend rates
It’s easy enough to cause an argument round here without you
Texting home on someone’s phone ‘don’t wait up tonight dear.’



Open Arms, Sweet Embrace
The mascara drips off your face



Oh Angelina
It’s getting harder to believe you
Yeah Angelina
I wish I had the hard to leave you



Now I’m at a strip
club with the wife of someone’s husband
And she’s giving me it straight I
can’t think why she picked this place
As I look her in the eye she puts her
hand between my thighs
But before I can ask her why I’ve been escorted back
outside.
Now I’m a wet man in a puddle on a street man and on
climbing to my feet I hear my telephone beep beep:
Angelina’s round the corner, yeah she’s
asking me to call her but then;
I’m a face to face man
when I’m dealing with a trauma.





Open Arms, Sweet Embrace
That mascara, that Angel face




Oh Angelina
It’s getting harder to believe you
Yeah Angelina
I wish I had the heart

Angelina…


When I said something ‘bout big trouble, little place

well that’s because I left a message on an answerphone today.

Now I start to get the feeling that I made a big mistake and yeah

I really should’ve handled this thing Face to Face






I’m not a bad man, I’m a dead man now you ask
all my troubles stem from tendencies to talk to fast.
It went like:
“Hi it’s Angelina, I’m not around to take your call”
I said “Hello it’s me, I love you baby. Please don’t change at all.”




Oh Angelina
It’s
getting harder to believe you
Yeah Angelina
I wish I had the heart
Angelina...