Besedila: Beth Hart. Screamin' For My Supper. Just a Little Hole.

To remember or to forget it
Could you ever
Laugh out loud while you cry
It will own you, you can't let it
While it holds you you can't even try

You're so unsatisfied
You're so damn petrified
You ain't got nothin' no
You ain't got nothin' to prove

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows

Just a little heartache
Somethin' for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows, what she knows

I got a secret and how you dread it
I should have known by
The lonely look in your eye
You made a promise never kept it
You didn't even tell me good-bye

You're so unsatisfied
There's no more tears to cry
You ain't got nothin' no
You ain't got nothin' to prove

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
Nobody knows

Just a little heartache
Somethin' for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows, what she knows
Nobody knows, what she knows

In December, I got your letter
And by the springtime
They let me know you were gone
And if I only loved you better
I'd see you smile again
But what's done is done

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows

Just a little heartache
Somethin' for the soul
Fingers on the trigger
And nobody knows

Just a little heartache
Just an itchy finger
And nobody knows

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just a little hole
Just a little hole

Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Fingers on the trigger
Just a little hole