One fine day I started writing home One finds It's so hard To make it It's gotta be the right time It's gotta be the right kind line It's gotta be the
bom bom bom bom bom yeah (x2) (*)Vanity kills, it don't pay bills Vanity kills, you love you (**)Vanity kills, it don't pay bills Vanity kills, it kills
kills Play with your emotions Open invitation to your heart to your heart Love kills love kills Hey hey Love kills (love kills) Love kills (kills kills kills
can play with your emotions An open invitation to your heart Hey love kills (repeat) Love kills, love kills, love kills Love kills Thrills you through your heart Love kills
cat that can fight it Whenever I need it Your kiss kills me with You're contagious, I'm confusing We can take this anywhere we like it You're amazing, so amusing Your kiss kills
in hell Throwing up children on Del Ray smell Fuck those fucking fucks, uh Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills I'm gonna
As the feeling inside keeps building And I will find a way to you if it kills me If it kills me If it kills me I think it might kill me And all I really
You can holler, you can wail You can swing, you can flail You can fuck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart will
Looking in the mirror Looking back A look of wild living Bound to crack The heart is a beating drum The heart is a beating drum It takes more than you
I am no better at this than you are Unfinished business maybe, do love I can't change myself into you dear What you are to me is far too unclear Quit
Lost her behind the station Lost her behind the moon Operator, operator dial her back Operator put me through Ahuuuh, Satellite gave up the ghost too
When it came to pass, Loaded, pass me by Fate, with a single blow, Has clustered by me now True, I had my chance, True, true, true I had those wild charms
BABY SAYS she's dying to meet you take you off and make your blood HUM and tremble like the faiground lights BABY SAYS if ever you see skins as fair
To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never
It's the last goodbye I swear I can't rely on a dime a' day love That don't go anywhere I'll learn to cry for someone else I can't get by on an odds
You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue sky
I'm bored of cheap and cheerful I want expensive sadness hospital bills, parole open doors to madness I want you to be crazy cos you're boring baby when
