it out of you why can't the love the way you love why can't your dreams come true and I see the pain running from your eyes it tells me that you're desperate
I cross my fingers on a Monday morning I keep on smiling and I keep on singing So sure that I don't deserve it My throat aches and my ears are ringing
it But nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning Love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming This body's desperate
it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate
explain it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate
: I cross my fingers on a Monday morning I keep on smiling and I keep on singing So sure that I don't deserve it My throat aches and my ears are ringing
