She don't love me no more And it's too cold out to be alone And you know it's getting bad When your lungs start to give up and they freeze Living in bad (?) times when you stare at the floor through your bottle of wine Now it's the lowest of low But you do it again 'Cause you just won't let go
If you want something you gotta work for it, work your hands down to the bones If you love someone you gotta mean it Show 'em every damn chance that you get
And you know it's often said when your heart lies on the floor beating dead Life should be better than this Show me a sign if there is something I miseed You told me to change myself But what's the point to be somebody else Your words stack up in my mind, I'm all out of hope and running out of time
If you want something you gotta work for it, work your hands down to the bones If you love someone you gotta mean it Show 'em every damn chance that you get
And if you want something you gotta work for it, work your hands down to the bones If you love someone you gotta mean it Show 'em every damn chance that you get
If you love someone you gotta mean it Show 'em every damn chance that you get
Compositores: Celeste M Spina (Little Hurricane), Anthony Wesley Catalano ECAD: Obra #22282679