Lyrics:

Musta been high
Musta had plenty
If she had one
(don't know) mighta had twenty
Flat on my back
With the wind out of my sail
My friends all say
I look a little skinny and pale
Caught a nasty little bug
One thing sure there ain't no cure
When you're down with love
Enough to make a grown man cry
Or make a mule comply (comin' down with love)
Enough to make a soul man straight
Or make a wildcat domesticate
My head's too hot
My nose a little runny
My family doctor
Stuck me twice and stole my money
Mirror mirror on the wall
Let me tell you what I see
Some kind of strung out fool
Looking back at me
I need a miracle drug
Cause one thing sure there ain't no cure
When you're down with love

Enough to make a grown man cry
Or make a mule comply (comin' down with love)
Enough to make a soul man straight
Or make a wildcat domesticate
Flat on my back
With the wind out of my sail
My friends all say
I need a miracle drug
Cause one thing sure there ain't no cure
When you're down with love
Enough to make a grown man cry
Or make a mule comply (comin' down with love)
Enough to make a mad dog tame
And give a man a good name
One thing's sure there ain't no cure
When you're down with love