Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Standing on the side of the road
Trying to flag You down
I have all the right moves
But You don't seem to care
You just leave me standing there

Yeah I want the attention
but You've given me something
That I can't buy, sell or trade
But its all about money, about tophats and brandy
And I love what I should hate

And You will never makes cents
But You will always, always pay the rent
I'm living and breathing, but I feel like I'm cheating
But You love to do it at Your expense

Repentence will never come easy
But gambling was never my game
So I guess my guilt is gone
Like the proverbial sound of a tree falling down
When no one's around to hear

And You will never makes cents
But You will always, always pay the rent
I'm living and breathing, but I feel like I'm cheating
But You love to do it at Your expense

One had five different husbands
The other one just slept around
And I'm still lying and loving myself
But I hear them dropping their stones all around me
Cause Your telling me I'm not condemned

And You don't have to make sense
Cause You are always paying our rent
We're living and breathing and not really cheating
Cause You did it at all Your expense
Yes, You did it at all Your expense


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