You give me loving But you dish it up like soup in a ladle You speak of loving But you're talking like a kid in a cradle The word is out, In fact, you're someone who can see me Oh, what is wrong with you? Might feel the same but that ain`t good news You lose, you lose, you lose
You got me going And I'm working like a dog on a chain gang The way you dish it up You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe That anyway, try to say Words just seem to thank you Oh, what is wrong with you? I might feel the same but that ain`t good news
In those things you say You seem to want to play like a voodoo You could be clever They would say you fit the part, I say you do You cook me plain mistakes Dish you up and serve you on the TV. Not me, but shall I state it, overate it Your time and place is big see, see, see, see Oh, what is wrong with you? I might feel the same but that ain`t good newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
