Well how do you do? The kiss on the cheek It's been a while So I'll just beg, borrow and steal all your time We'll call it dignified Well now it all seems to be cut and dried So I know which way to run You're tired my love I feel the same
Now take it from me What else could you do? Well, where do you get off And how can I get there, too? All your time we'll call it dignified Well now it all seems to be cut and dried So I know which way to run You're tired my love I feel the same
You'll never come back My God, can't you see that I know which way to run? You're tired my love I feel the same The leather lung won't speak my name
Well everyone see it rise and shine It might not be true and that's just fine Cause I know which way to run You're tired my love I feel the same The leather lung won't speak my name Now even rats would jump this ship Just give me some peace of mind Cause I...
("Leather lung" is someone who is loud and outspoken.)
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