It all played out on the back page And you bet on the right horse And it's a curse worth fighting for I'm a front row citizen
Babe, a shot into the arm I am Cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about
All the pop hits, will cool your jets All the pop hits, will cool your jets
If there's anything that needs convincing Let me know at the funeral If only luck was something measured You'd feel the weight of the world
A shot into the arm I am cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about [Post-Chorus] All the pop hits, will cool your jets All the pop hits, will cool your jets
A shot into the arm I'm cupid Something like an awakening But nothing to write home about Nothing to write home about
You bet on the right horse I'm a front row damn fine citizen You've been looking for You bet on the right horse I'm a front row damn fine citizen You've been looking forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
