Crucified Barbara

Finders Keepers


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Your life is such a mess, complaining everyday.

Never satisfied, nothing s going your way?

Your blaming your own mother

For the rain that s falling down

You are too blind to see what s going on.

You keep on talking about seizing the day


But finders keepers

Losers weepers.

Finders keepers

Losers weepers


He s laying in your arms

Crawling under your feet

But you keep on walking

Thinking he s incomplete

You preach about a living

You know nothing about

Missing the good parts

When you re busy crying out

You keep on talking about seizing the day


But finders keepers

Losers weepers.

Finders keepers

Losers weepers


Don t know what you ve got

Til your baby is gone


If you re not arround

He will be found

And then you know

You ll die alone


But finders keepers

Losers weepers.

Finders keepers

Losers weepers


Don t know what you ve got

Til your baby is gone

If you re not arround

He will be found

And then you know

You ll die alone


Keep on complaining

While you keep on talking

You re missing it all


But finders keepers

Losers weepers

Finders keepers

Losers weepers

Don t know what you ve got

Til your baby is gone

If you re not arround

He ll be found

And then you know

You ll die alone