Culture Club - Fat Cat Lyrics
Another song of woeWoe sounds like thisYou say nothings changed, where were you when my worldWas spinning into masqueradeYou claim its just a question of mathematicsI shut the door on your amateur dramaticsThen you think too muchAnd you talk too much, vicariouslyYeah you think too muchAnd you talk too muchEvery word is substance freeYoure the dirt on my collarYoure the hole in my favourite shoeYoure the last dying breath of loveYoure the weight that I need to loseAnd you hurt yourselfYou say Im deranged, Ill admit to being strangeBut I just cant stop loving youIf the light in your eyesAddiction came as a surpriseDidnt think Id be so into youThen you think too muchAnd you talk too much, so carelesslyYeah you think too muchAnd you talk too muchEvery word is substance freeYoure the dirt on my collarYoure the hole in my favourite shoeYoure the last dying breath of loveYoure the weight that I need to loseYoure the dirt on my collarYoure the hole in my favourite shoeYoure the last, last dying breath of loveYoure the weight that I need to loseYoure the dirt on my collarYoure the hole in my favourite shoeYoure the last dying breath of loveYoure the weight that I need to lose
