Can't we make it through the night?
I'm all dried up, won't you give up, give it to me?
I've been thinking that things could be alright
You're all dried up.
But my lust can't drown this morning sorrow.
You see the words as they play in the most glorious way
And speak of nothing.
You see a bird in the sky and preach of learning
to fly, but it means nothing.
I hope you know it's true.
I've never met another girl like you.
And it's hard to repeat just what's been bothering me
Well, sometimes I find that broken is cute.
I've got you right where I want.
I've gotten all that I need.
I've gotten sick of these games that we play.
Autor(es): Matthew Shawn Tybor