Work,
work, work, work, work, work, work!
Hey,
I never wanna be a millionaire,
but I could use a break
You've had me pumping ironwork in the
mines from the night until the break of day
Baby shackles on my ankles,
and ropes round my hands
This ain't some kind of game,
cause you're too tight for that
Why do I have to always pick up the pieces of your heart?
Why do you always have to be so derogatory and tear me apart?
Friends all think we are in love,
reading horoscopes like they were gospel
We're living in the first world,
but you can't make a third world girl out of me
It's a kind of slumber,
it's a kind of slumber,
it's a kind of slumber
I wanted a utopia,
over a rise and demise It's like I'm walking the wire,
you keep feeding
the fire with your doubts about
eternity
You're a little bit older,
that don't mean
a thing
We still bicker like children, then make up
and do it all again Why do I always have to be like the heroine
of the rescue world?
Why do I always fall for you when you're making
breakfast or driving my car?
They promised us the world, they told us we'd
find a love unconditional Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
and be glad I had someone When I shout,
you've learned to scream
Toxic passion, then epiphany