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Sundays spice just got to have some beef
Slide each other off into the grief.
Itâs not you, no problem, babe,
The bigger man donât seem to care,
Find a chance and loves to swear at you.
Be sharp, be fast, itâs too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, youâre the better man, better man.
Sundays kills can tear a boy apart,
Twist his mind and break his little heart.
Sorry she left you for me,
Donât say Iâm mean, Iâll disagree,
The dance is still in our town tonight.
Think fast, think sharp, youâre too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, youâre the better man, better man, betterâ¦
I am gonna break you down,
Make you cry and make you frown,
You say Iâm mean, but maybe you deserve.
Think fast, think sharp, youâre too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, youâre the better man, better man, betterâ¦
Iâm a man of class and ambition.