Easy money, no excuses. I've got to take what I can. Milk and honey, snares and nooses. I'm only good as you say I am.
Get up off your ass and sing. Hear me out, I've got the reason. Things aren't quite as bad as you've made out to be, as far as I can see, you'll be on your way to better things here, my friend. We always compromise, our feelings aside. We are what we are when we ought not; lovers, and sometimes we get it wrong. Sing along.
Easy money, no excuses. I've got to take what I can. Milk and honey, snares and nooses. I'm only good as you say I am.
Get up off your ass and sing. Happiness, our form and function. Calculate the risk, and crack a smile when we do it all again. Aren't you precious. Forced to love the way that you were, but I loved you broken, and starved for attention. We are what we are when we ought not. Lovers, and sometimes we get it wrong, sing along.
Your body supine on the floor, forced up to me. You never have the time. Always into getting off on your own pain, you know it's
Easy money, no excuses. I've got to take what I can. Milk and honey, snares and nooses. I'm only good as you say I am.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
