W.F.L. (Think About the Future Mix)

I wrote for luck, they sent me you

I sent for juice, you give me poison

I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?

Well not much, I've not been trained

I can sit and stand, beg and roll over

I don't read, I just guess

There's more than one sign but it's getting less

And you were wet but you're getting dryer

You used to speak the truth but now you're liar

You use to speak the truth but now you're clever

And I wrote for luck, and they sent me you

And I sent for juice, you give me poison

I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?

And you were wet but you're getting dryer

You used to speak the truth but now you're clever

You used to speak the truth but now you're clever

And when it's hot you start to melt

'Cause you're not made of jean, you're made of chocolate

And when it's cold you tend to crack

You keep on piling out, not puttin' back

And I wrote for luck, and they sent me you

And I sent for juice, you give me poison

I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?

And you were wet but you're getting dryer

You used to speak the truth but now you're clever

You used to speak the truth but now you're clever

And when it's hot you start to melt

'Cause you're not made of jean, you're made of chocolate

And when it's cold you tend to crack

You keep on piling out, not puttin' back