Hey hot shot boy hand on your hip
You're wasting your
These have been quiet days
When was the last time I
Caught you in the act, can't put up with that
Messing
Hey baby, I'm talking to you
Stop yourself and listen
Somethings you
Don't run too fast like a shot from a gun
Don't
I would walk home every evening
Through the pyramids of light
I
I can snap my fingers and get quick results
I can
You were born to privilege
Lickin' on a silver spoon
You think
Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
Figures up ahead
Movin'
I've been lonely, I've been waitin' for you
I'm pretending and