Black Thumb

It's a curse, like a black thumb
Everything I touch
I'm sure you were sure
You could help so much
But it; s a curse, like a black thumb Everything I touch
Runs wild with the pressure of it
Becomes a pile of dust
Then the wind gets it
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild I never meant To cause you anything
But happiness
Something's just won't change
Though I keep on trying I'm sure you were sure
But now you're only crying
It's a curse, like a black thumb everything I touch
Runs wild with the pressure of it
Becomes a pile of dust
Then the wind gets it
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild
I never meant to cause you anything but happiness, happiness