Wake up in a small cafe Sweat shop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabaret Break up in a daydream Shoe drops and you're bound to pay Gotta stay the course You just wanna get, you don't wanna give You may forget, but you'll never forgive And what is the point of living that living They're stealing your cup of Joe It's a slick sham, hot damn You wind up in a toe jam You better scram fast, Sam The quicksand's getting close Ooh I say it again if you will Ooh Have you got the nerve To give it up at the beginning? And does it hurt you? (Does it hurt you?) And does it hurt you? (Does it hurt you?) My time was a miracle Insipid and satirical, magical and lyrical The twists and the fists Of a Christmas invitation Crisp and informational It seemed like a good idea at the time Why cry, Mr. Magpie? I spy a cold fire Feet, I mean seat, I mean, freedom ain't cheap I mean the first test address No such thing as a good press The best dressed you're messing with are Washington D.C. Ooh I say it again if you will Ooh Have you got the nerve To give it up at the beginning? And does it hurt you? (Does it hurt you?) And does it hurt you? (Does it hurt you?) © PROUD DROPOUT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com