Fat Cat — текст песни (Culture club)

Another song of woe

Woe sounds like this

You say nothings changed, where were you when my world

Was spinning into masquerade

You claim its just a question of mathematics

I shut the door on your amateur dramatics



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, vicariously

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free



Youre the dirt on my collar

Youre the hole in my favourite shoe

Youre the last dying breath of love

Youre the weight that I need to lose



And you hurt yourself



You say Im deranged, Ill admit to being strange

But I just cant stop loving you

If the light in your eyes

Addiction came as a surprise

Didnt think Id be so into you



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, so carelessly

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free



Youre the dirt on my collar

Youre the hole in my favourite shoe

Youre the last dying breath of love

Youre the weight that I need to lose



Youre the dirt on my collar

Youre the hole in my favourite shoe

Youre the last, last dying breath of love

Youre the weight that I need to lose



Youre the dirt on my collar

Youre the hole in my favourite shoe

Youre the last dying breath of love

Youre the weight that I need to lose