alison moyet
boys own
How are you,  Can I look a little closer Well let me introduce you to Say how d'you do believer So tell me is he young enough Or could it be hung up enough And does he help to keep it up  When he's handing it out to please you So you ever sink the night away How about the day ain't it getting long These eggshell hearts you're tripping on  Oh when you've got money  You can build a bomb Oh it's beautiful,  Torching up your lonely nights Oh how you shine when you throw  All the suckers on Tired of every single one  Oh you're filth, you're filth, you're filthy And someone's gonna hose you down You're gonna be sorry for the way  You whore a life around Now tell me is he young enough Or could it be hung up enough Or maybe just be hung enough to keep it up  When you're flagging Do you ever soak the night away How about the day ain't getting long These eggshell hearts you're tripping on