Poor Born
I cannot speak of what I feel
And yet I feel so much
I know that woman's arms can heal me
Like an angel's touch
She says she likes the accent
She thinks it's so polite
I think she going to like it more
When we're alone tonight
She cannot speak of what she feels
And yet she feels so much
Except her lover's arms can heal her
Like an angel's touch
Money's money my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Build them walls but I'm coming through
Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you
Money's money my little honey<
Get Over It
I'm slipping down a slide,
I did enjoy the ride,
Don't know what to decide,
You lied to me,
You looked me in the eye,
It took me by surprise,
Now are you gratified?
You cried to me...
La la la la la laaaaaaa,
CHORUS:
Don't turn around,
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face,
Don't make this worse!
You've already gone and got me mad
BRIDGE:
It's too bad I'm not sad,
It's passed it over,
It's just one of those things,
You'll have to get over it!
When I was feeling down,
You'd start to hang around,
And then I'd feel your hands all over me,
Now that was out of bouds,
You filthy rotten hound,
It's badder than it sounds...believe me
La la la la la laaaaaaa
CHORUS:
Don't turn around,
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face,
Don't make this worse!
You've already gone and got me mad
BRIDGE:
It's too bad I'm not sad,
It's passed it over,
It's just one of those things,
You'll have to get over it!
Hey yeah...
You gotta get over,
Hey yeah...
You gotta get over it
BRIDGE:
It's too bad I'm not sad,
It's passed it over,
It's just one of those things,
You'll have to get over it!
CHORUS:
Don't turn around,
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face,
Don't make this worse!
You've already gone and got me mad
repeat 2x
BRIDGE:
It's too bad I'm not sad,
It's passed it over,
It's just one of those things,
You'll have to get over it!
You'll have to get over it....
*Music Fades away*