Fievel Is Glauque - Would You Rather? Lyrics

The fight, my guy
When you say home, I'm waiting
I might have the right of a game to play
But I'm too late to the party they say


I don't care what you say
Thank God anyway
I don't hear what you say
Stop stop


Tonight you're blind
When you wake up you say stupid
What is this kind of love anyway
You flip a coin it's really simple

I don't care what you say
What's love anyway
I don't hear what you say
Stop stop, stop stop stop

But your boy, he wants to let her
Take my place in your mind
I ain't gonna keep pretending

You wouldn't want me either way
So send an invitation round
How much love is enough now
Your whole charade is on the line

I ain't gonna keep pretending, no
In a prison, in your mind
You made love into a weapon
You made love into a weapon"