Work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work It's all about work, work work work, work work work
Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire But I could use a break You've had me pumpin' iron, Workin' the mines From the night until the break of day Baby, shackles on my ankles Your ropes 'round my hands This ain't some kind of game Cause, you're too tired for that
Why do I have to always pick up The pieces of your heart, yeah Why do you always have to be So derogatory and tear me apart My friends all think we are in love Reading horoscopes like they were gospel We’re living in the first world But you can make a third world girl out of me
Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love
I never wanted a Utopia Or a rise and demise It's like I'm walking the wire You keep feeding the fire With your doubts about fidelity You're a little bit older But that don't mean a thing We still bicker like children Then wake up and do it all again
Why do I always have to be Like the Heroine or the Rescuer? Why do I always fall for you when You're making breakfast or driving my car? They promised us the world, they told us We'd find love; unconditional Maybe I should just count my lucky stars And be glad I have someone
When I shout, you've learned to scream Toxic passion, then epiphany
Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum Love Some kind of Slum LoveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
