.
The hypocrite is getting back,
From his day job sitting on a crooked track,
She walks around with her head on the ground,
He says, âBabe I can buy you the townâ.
The so so city is oh so cold,
With feverish wrecks and weathered souls,
Come on babe, donât be afraid, make wa.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔