If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I
wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To
let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
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