"Misery,
Misery sings at the Hilton,
Steps into the purple spotlight,
Leans into the microphone.
Misery,
Sways his hips and smooths his hair back,
Winks at you and gets you thinking,
He is handsome from a certain angle.
Happiness,
Slips in and takes a seat,
At a table in the corner,
And watches you with real concern, yeah,
Happiness,
Walks up and taps your shoulder and says,
"Call me when you wanna come back home""
