Letras:
John Peters

You think you've got it made I'm trying to have some fun You think you know it all I've only just begun You're sliding on the surface I'm reaching for

I have been inside you war zone And I've seen you drop your poison You compromise the steal Telling people how you feel Though it's not a bit for real

I say, I say, I say, I say 1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain't bad And once you're in It really doesn't feel so crap You win, you win just a little but you win

Please put Chastity's books and magazines away 'Cause they don't move me no more They don't move me no more Put them all away Forget photos and letters

Tell me how, do I get to know you You untie me as if I were a shoelace You let out all i can hold between my buttons With you I get nothing Even if,

Taking a picture of you and you sits on my shoulder, whispers in my ears makes me feel good absolute gesture makes me feel frailty makes you feel guilty

Hey, shut the fuck up boy You are starting to piss me off Take your hands off that girl You have already had enough Hey, shut the fuck up boy You are

Living thing, it's a living thing Living thing, it's a living thing Living thing, it's a living thing Living thing, it's a living thing Drop the funny

Sunday morning On the bed to have eaten croissants Sunday morning We'll soon be out on the boulevards Monday morning We have to fly back home again While