He took your breath away but will you feel the same tomorrow when you're down on the ropes
He takes the edge away same ole routine you fail and follow you shattered your hopes comedy blokes
You're so sad sad sad just like his mother You're so sad sad sad just like them others you're sa sa sa sa sa sad so
Bad bad bad just like ya lovers ya so just like ya mother
You wash the stains away You let his red hot girls corrupt you You suckled the rats
He plays the blame charade You filled your boobs for boys above you He covered his tracks You smothered the facts
You're so sad sad sad just like his mother You're so sad sad sad just like them others you're sa sa sa sa sa sad so
Bad bad bad just like ya lovers ya so sad sad sad just like his mother
You play the blame charade You play the blame charade You play the blame charade You play the blame charade
He took the pain away
You're sa sa sa sa sa sad so Bad bad bad just like ya lovers ya so sad sad sad just like ya mother ya so sad sad sad just like ya mother
You're so sad sad sad just like them others you're sa sa sa sa sa sad so Bad bad bad just like ya lovers ya so sad sad sad just like ya mother
I fell so
Compositores: Deborah Ann Dyer (Skin) (PRS), Mark Richardson (PRS), Martin Ivor Kent (Ace) (PRS), Richard Keith Lewis (Cass) (PRS)Editor: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #15418493 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM