Farewell Continental Who's The Boss
It was a figure of speech
They say you are what you eat
I haven't eaten in weeks
That's what you're doing to me
I wasn't falling in love
I was just falling apart
I would have helped you out
From the very start
It was a false alarm
I'd rather be alone now
How can you be so sure?
When you've got nothing to give
You've just got nothing to give
I don't believe a word of it
We were on and on and everything
A perfect pair of misery
A courtesan of crimson
And her king
We were on and on and everything
A perfect pair of misery
A courtesan of crimson
And her king
(I've already made up my mind)
