How are you, can I look a little closer Well let me introduce you to Say how d'you do believer So tell me is he young enough Or could it be hung up enough And does he help to keep it up when he's handing It out to please you Do you ever think the night away How about the day ain't it getting long These eggshell hearts you're tripping on
Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb Oh it's beautiful, touching up your lonely nights Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on Tired of every single one
Oh you're filth, you're filth, you're filthy And someone' gonna hose you down You're gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around Now tell me he is young enough Or could it be hung up enough Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you're flagging Do you ever soak the night away How about the day ain't it getting long These eggshell hearts you're tripping on
Compositores: Genevieve Alison Jane Moyet (Alison Moyet), Pete Glenister ECAD: Obra #45649083