Breakdown

A girl with mojo Daddy's sweet flame Moulded by the rhythm of your grandmother's cane You got all the gold that glitters you say But it just don't wash off the same Hallelujah was your middle name Until you found God had a ball and a chain So you work every room but it's always in vain Cuz you just can't seem to catch a break You got your mind on the money and your tears for the fame Oh keep em coming like some pouring rain While you be running off your mouth like a saint There's eyes on you honey and there gonna They're gonna break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown So will you die of a broken heart? Because you could not get that showbiz engine to start A game of subterfuge and it shows no remorse With you right at the centre of course! You got your mind on the money and your tears for the fame Oh keep em coming like some pouring rain While you be running off your mouth like a saint There's eyes on you honey and there gonna They're gonna break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Breakdown, breakdown Yeah you got your mind on the money and your tears for the fame Oh keep 'em coming like some pouring rain While you be running off your mouth like a saint There's eyes on you honey and there gonna There gonna break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown Break down your door Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown