Lyrics Slum Love - Kimbra

Slum Love

Work, work work work, work work work
It’s all about
Work, work work work, work work work
It’s all about (slum love)
Work, work work work, work work work
It’s all about (slum love)
Work, work work work, work work work
Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire
But I could use a break
You’ve had me pumpin' iron
Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
Baby, shackles on my ankles
And ropes 'round my hands
This ain’t some kind of game
Cause, you’re too tired for that
Why do I have to always pick up the pieces of your heart, yeah (Hey!)
Why do you always have to be so derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)
My friends all think we are in love, reading horoscopes like they were gospel
We’re living in the first world, but you can make a third world girl out of me
Slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
(Whoa!)
I never wanted a Utopia
Or a rise in demise
It’s like I’m walking the wire
You keep feeding the fire with your doubts about fidelity
You’re a little bit older
But that don’t mean a thing
We still bicker like children
Then wake up and do it all again
Why do I always have to be like the heroine or the rescuer?
Why do I always fall for you when you’re making breakfast or driving my car?
They promised us the world, they told us we’d find a love unconditional
Maybe I should just count my lucky stars and be glad I have someone
When I shout, you’ve learned to scream (Ah!)
Toxic passion, then epiphany oh!
Slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
Okay!