You're a little late for love
I gave it all up without a worry
I never thought I wouldn't have enough
But I can't seem to find where the rest is buried
I'll smolder and fold you entirely in two
Just to holster a wholesome little darling like you
A cold comfort's better than a scolding hot truth
But I told you I'd never web a lie around you and I meant it
Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid
Expertly amateur,
A real phony down to earth type that'd taste test the barrel
Just for the sake of having something to say
So you'd keep turning pages
But the words would escape him just as he triggered your interest
Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid
Cough up my lottery losses
Make my living off rigged coin tosses
I'm on the black if I pot this
You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid

INVIA LE CORREZIONI