Wake up sleepy head Hopes to open shadowed eyes Put on some clothes shake up your bed Hey now little speedy head You have to go to task in the city. Squeeze me It still took you A few hours after this and we’re apart again. Oh you pretty thing You’re a loaded gun Rolling in the deep. You give love a bad name.
If I had a photograph of you In the white room with black curtains near the station We’ll crucify the insincere tonight You’ve caught me at a bad time Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes Like a slow burn Leading us on and on and on. Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing.