Paroles de Get Outta City

It’s Monday, it’s morning and she can’t stop To think about next weekend Honey, get out of the bed, the clock The time is always running, turning into sand Put your porn style pants and go ahead! Always on the edge, as a chronic disease You start to live at midnight, at 3 you’re dead She’s pretty tied up and I’m not so pleased Clean up your fingers Clean up your mind Try not to linger Thinking you’re doing fine Get out of the city Turn off the lights before you leave Make it up, get pretty You’ll get the guilt for get this easy Last Friday she said it was time to break To get a new life and find someone who cares To feel the true wind with no need to fake A hundred miles per hour with some pain to share A stopped heart and a sweet desire She was just trying something she’s never had And all her love, now it’s a reason to hate Never forget what your father said! Clean up your fingers Clean up your mind Try not to linger Thinking you’re doing fine Get out of the city Turn off the lights before you leave Make it up, get pretty You’ll get the guilt for get this easy Get this easy Get this easy Get this easy