Songtexte

(One two three once again go) There is nothing that competes with habit And I know it's neither deep nor tragic It's simply that you have to have it So you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing I wish I was both young and stupid Then I too could have the fun that you did Till it was time to pony up what you bid So you could make a killing Oh you could make a killing Oh you could make a killing I could follow you and search the rubble Or stay right here and save myself some trouble Or try to keep myself from seeing double Or I could make a killing Or I could make a killing Oh I could make a killing Yeah I could make a killing I could make a killing
Writer(s): Aimee Mann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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