Hell I gave up my time For a no good affair You'd think I'd learned by now
To be taken in By a perfect stranger Would that I had the know how
Still more fool me For kidding myself That's the way it should be Maybe I should grow up Would I feel confined to the same space Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner
So long you're no friend of mine You're false and unkind You're indestructible
No place I'd rather be Than in the ring with you We'd go twenty rounds
Still more fool me For killing myself That's the way it should be Maybe I should grow up Would I feel confined to the same space Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner
I see the sky move above me But I just can't take control What a sweet sensation Love sweet sweet love Oh I feel so bad
Compositores: Andrew Ivan Bell (PRS), Vincent John Martin (Vincent Clarke) (PRS)Editores: Bell Andy Music (PRS), Musical Moments Ltd (PRS), Sonet Music Ab (STIM)ECAD verificado obra #503614 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM