Lyrics

When you drive all night to the top of the hill With your motor running high or low With a high rise view of the city below And a jag on the basement floor Oh lord, oh lord With the evening coming and a bag on the go I've got your number in my mobile phone I've got a driver coming at a quarter to 8 With a bottle on the patio Oh lord, oh lord Even the way that I comb my hair was once adapted to screen This is the way I held myself from a fall well that just hadn't been seen So excuse me if I fill out a page and show you something you once thought that you had Betcha never seen this before x4 I wanna feel you getting close When you need me most I'm gone Lost in the moment drop out a sign To your place, you're just alone Oh lord, oh lord Well you can say what you want but it's plain to see That what I am you will never be No I'm not just a pretty face on the scene Within every page I'm an enemy Oh lord, oh lord Even the way that I comb my hair was once adapted to screen This is the way I held myself from a fall well that just hadn't been seen So excuse me if I fill out a page and show you something you once thought that you had Betcha never seen this before x3 No you never seen this before Betcha never seen this before x4 Even the way that I comb my hair was once adapted to screen This is the way I held myself from a fall well that just hadn't been seen So excuse me if I fill out a page and show you something you once thought that you had Betcha never seen this before x7
Writer(s): Simon Mcconnell, Michael Tramonte, Sean Van Vleet, Alexander Markwell, Cliff Magreta, Elliott Hammond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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