In the morning I'll be with you, but it will be a different kind.
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets and you'll be owning all the fines. Come on skinny love what happened here ?
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere.
My my my- my my my- my my my my- my my.
Sullen load is full so slow on the split.
And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine.
And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind.
Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I ?
