Letra

Take my money, taking all my time You'll get yours, well I'm just trying to get mine I don't care how you hunt for thrill Coz darlin' I was made to shoot made to kill Don't be mad that you're closer to death Life is tough and age has nothing to do with it I'll just sit back, watch the show How far you push is how far you'll go Any hand that's ever fed, I've kindly taken it and fled But I've never asked for any dime, coz I have one thing on my mind Making it don't mean a thing, if the path is paved with many strings There's more than one way to get ahead, you made that call You made your bed Don't play judge if the jury's in on it Truth sure talks loud, when you least expect It's time to talk, and now I know Now you're done, true colours show Any hand that's ever fed, I've kindly taken it and fled But I've never asked for any dime, coz I have one thing on my mind Making it don't mean a thing, if the path is paved with many strings There's more than one way to get ahead, you made that call You made your bed Any hand that's ever fed, I've kindly taken it and fled But I've never asked for any dime, coz I have one thing on my mind Making it don't mean a thing, if the path is paved with many strings There's more than one way to get ahead, you made that call You made your bed Any hand that's ever fed, I've kindly taken it and fled But I've never asked for any dime, coz I have one thing on my mind Making it don't mean a thing, if the path is paved with many strings There's more than one way to get ahead, you made that call You made your bed
Writer(s): Victoria Forsyth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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