Lyrics

Four in the morning Never really felt right We've been staying up so late We're still looking for the night We've got the television dancing I'm in a telephone hurricane We got that photographic dreaming But I can hear my momma say Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing's gonna happen If you're broken down all day Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing ever happens When you mess around that way I know I said I'd be a millionaire By the time I turned 28 There was a million ways to get there I took a wrong turn at the gate I got a stomach full of hunger I know my heart is full of gold I want to give my body to you Before it gets to old, all right Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing's gonna happen If you're broken down all day Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing ever happens When you mess around that way Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing's gonna happen When you mess around that way Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing's gonna happen When you're broken down all day Pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick yourself up Nothing ever happens Oh nothing ever happens I said nothing ever happens When you mess around that way
Writer(s): Matthew Angus Mcleod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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