كلمات Wasted

I know your type Black lights and leather tights You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but I got your number, your name, and your will to fight Will you be coming over? Will you be coming? Reckon you might I cannot care, I cannot care for you I cannot bear to love you any less than you need I cannot hold you I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave If you let go of me I'd be a fool to let you Fool to let you leave Drunk on love or anything So strong as to drive the blood to make way for more, for More when you've forty-four left Forty for your children beg for the breath That you won't give And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you Drink up your wasted on me Drink up your wasted Running that money ma Living lose, playing hard Damned if I'm gonna lose it Damned if I'm gonna lose it And you're runnin low (Chink) in your glass and a knock at the door What you looking at me for What you looking at, me I know your type Black lights and leather tights You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but I got your number, your name, and your will to fight Will you be coming over? Will you be coming? Reckon you might I cannot care, I cannot care for you I cannot bear to love you any less than you need I cannot hold you I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave If you let go of me I'd be a fool to let you Fool to let you leave Drunk on love or anything So strong as to drive the blood to make way for more, for More when you've forty-four left Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you Drink up your wasted on me Drink up your wasted Drink up I'll wait