Don't drink me I'm like turpentine
Make you blind, burn your insides
If I don't know me then I don't know you
Can't figure out what I'm supposed to do
I ain't running away from my mind this time
I ain't running away from my mind this time
There's a killer in me and a killer in you
A little talent but a lot would do
If I don't know me then I don't know you
I don't know why I do the things I do
I ain't running away from my mind this time
I ain't running away from my mind this time
I ain't running away from my mind this time
I ain't running away
Glad To Be Unhappy
Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart
Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band
Look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a-jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in, so here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad!