Crisafulli – Irony lyrics

There's a bitter taste of irony,
Because of how much you mean to me.
You were to buy me Intensive Care,
I never thought you'd end up there.
I admit you've given my quite a scare,
I'm worried about you.

The thought of it all, kinda makes me cry,
No tears are left, my eyes are dry.
I just pray that you'll be okay.
I've never been as worried as this before,
I don't wish to feel it anymore.
I hate the thought of you being this way.

My room, my bed, too many presents to tell,
I'd give them all away, just to know that you'll be well.
That would be the greatest Christmas gift,
For your recovery to be swift.
Please promise you'll quit smoking,
Because me and Ellen, well we're doting.

There's a bitter taste of irony,
Because of how much you mean to me.
You were to buy me Intensive Care,
I never thought you'd end up there.
I admit you've given my quite a scare,
I'm worried about you.

Just to see your smile again,
Would wipe away all of this pain.
And I shall pray and I shall hope,
For Santa's special antidote.
I hope to God that you'll be fine,
And again be that that special mum of mine.

There's a bitter taste of irony,
Because of how much you mean to me.
You were to buy me Intensive Care,
I never thought you'd end up there.
I admit you've given my quite a scare,
I'm worried about you.