Burn, money, burn I don't like the wheels that you turn You don't know the value of things I still like your bells when they ring
Burn, money, burn What I was taught is not what I learn I don't need an IQ-score to beat Take my heart, there's nothing to compete
You could say that Love's late for someone You could say that Love waits on someone
Sing, my heart, sing I know that you can change anything I cross the street and lean on the wind The truth is like a whisper, laughing Sting, my heart, sting Our enemy must save their own skin It just takes a spark to light across If they could, they would want to be like usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
