mott the hoople - break this fool lyrics
(john fiddler/overend watts)
my temperature’s risin’ i’m knocked off my feet
i’d get a better deal right out on the street ok
you look through me like i’m made outta gl-ss
you don’t need a diamond to make that p-ss ok
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
don’t want your love
to hear you speak you’re goin’ for the prize
you’re gonna cut this freak right down to size ok (ok)
you’re playin’ a game but you make the rules
you’re in for the k!ll to break this fool ok (ok)
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
don’t want your love
don’t want your love, don’t want your love
i’m just a guy who’s lost his cool now
i’m just a clown who’s become a fool now
i’m just a road without no cars now
i’m just a wound without a scar now
to hear you speak you’re goin’ for the prize
you’re gonna cut this freak right down to size ok (ok)
you’re playin’ a game but you make the rules
you’re in for the k!ll to break this fool ok (ok)
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
i can tell in your eyes that you’re telling me lies i don’t want your love
don’t want your love
don’t want your love, don’t want your love
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