Self assured she strikes a pose, a deadly silhouette Sits behind a cloud of smoke and lights a cigarette A smoky cabaret with nights of sin and no regret lights go down, spotlight, now cue the quartet
I look around the room, sterilize the nagging noose Elegantly dressed, human trash in baby blue We're taken to the floor and dancing to the lovely tunes Tip your top hot, raise your glass, cause here's to you
Poor me, poor you, we can't afford the life we choose Big dreams , small shoes, got nothing else left to lose Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you Poor me, poor you, the darks side of the silver spoon
The men in suits gather round a secret rendezvous Taking off their rings, their finger sings a different tune A velvet curtain hide the sound of guilt in secret rooms Unfaithful night, housewife she can smell the perfume
Poor me, poor you, we can't afford the life we choose Big dreams, small shoes, got nothing else left to lose Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you Poor me, poor you, the darks side of the silver spoon
Oh all of our suits, are ripped up and used They'll never fit the same way again, Oh all the lawsuits, they take all my loot They'll never get it back again
Tell me the truth, when did the drugs start doing you
Poor me, poor you, maybe one more drink or two Big dreams, small shoes, got nothing else left to lose Same me, same you, until the drugs start doing you Poor me, poor you, the dark side of the silver spoon The dark side of the silver spoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
