| I’ve always thought of you as my brick wall |
| Built like an angel, six feet tall |
| Six feet tall |
| And when you go away, I start to weep |
| You’re too expensive girl to keep |
| Isn’t it sweet? |
| I don’t know where to begin, living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where you’ve been |
| I’ve counted the nights, living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where we’ve been |
| Take my independent point of view |
| I’ve loosened my wallet, thanks to you |
| Don’t do me any favors |
| Hark, the herald angels sting |
| Please repair my broken wing |
| Why won’t you look at me? I live and breathe |
| I don’t know where to begin, living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where you’ve been |
| I’ve counted the nights of living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where we’ve been |
| I don’t know where to begin, living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where you’ve been |
| I’ve counted the nights of living in sin |
| How can we talk? Look where we’ve been |
| (We can make it all the time, to live or die) |
| (We can make it all the time, to live or die) |
| Living on peanuts ain’t my scene |
| A shame that word rhymes with «mean» |