When Amy was a little girl, her daddy used to say
You've got to learn about the game, but you don't have to play
They told her not to press her luck, told her not to breathe
They told her not to run amuck, until she'd nearly scream
Spending time on odds and ends, drinking too much wine
She tells her friends, and just pretends, she is doing fine
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
She's just a sad believer who is easily deceived
She drinks some booze and pops some pills, and does another line
There's always methamphetamine, to make a faster climb
She knows just what she wants, because she gets it every time
When push begins to shove, you know she never has a dime
With growing indications, no one's coming round
She's looking for a softer spot, each time she hits the ground
She's unlucky in love, at least that's what they say.
And what's the point of loving, when you throw it all away?
She was just a kid, and kept her feelings hid
Wondering if she'd ever find her way
Couldn't they forgive, the things she often did
Between the edge of night and break of day
Now Amy's on the corner, shooting up the breeze
And ever-loving Johnny's, still stuck in the deep freeze
Johnny says to Amy, can you help me find a door
But Amy can't do nothing, till her friends tell her the score
Amy's friends on the West End, just keep up a façade
And say that they're not gamblers, as they calculate the odds
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
They're all just sad believers who are easily deceived
Leo Papa - Sad Believer (feat. Leo Papa, Jimmy George & Mo Pair) Lyrics
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When Amy was a little girl, her daddy used to say
You've got to learn about the game, but you don't have to play
They told her not to press her luck, told her not to breathe
They told her not to run amuck, until she'd nearly scream
Spending time on odds and ends, drinking too much wine
She tells her friends, and just pretends, she is doing fine
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
She's just a sad believer who is easily deceived
She drinks some booze and pops some pills, and does another line
There's always methamphetamine, to make a faster climb
She knows just what she wants, because she gets it every time
When push begins to shove, you know she never has a dime
With growing indications, no one's coming round
She's looking for a softer spot, each time she hits the ground
She's unlucky in love, at least that's what they say.
And what's the point of loving, when you throw it all away?
She was just a kid, and kept her feelings hid
Wondering if she'd ever find her way
Couldn't they forgive, the things she often did
Between the edge of night and break of day
Now Amy's on the corner, shooting up the breeze
And ever-loving Johnny's, still stuck in the deep freeze
Johnny says to Amy, can you help me find a door
But Amy can't do nothing, till her friends tell her the score
Amy's friends on the West End, just keep up a façade
And say that they're not gamblers, as they calculate the odds
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
They're all just sad believers who are easily deceived
You've got to learn about the game, but you don't have to play
They told her not to press her luck, told her not to breathe
They told her not to run amuck, until she'd nearly scream
Spending time on odds and ends, drinking too much wine
She tells her friends, and just pretends, she is doing fine
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
She's just a sad believer who is easily deceived
She drinks some booze and pops some pills, and does another line
There's always methamphetamine, to make a faster climb
She knows just what she wants, because she gets it every time
When push begins to shove, you know she never has a dime
With growing indications, no one's coming round
She's looking for a softer spot, each time she hits the ground
She's unlucky in love, at least that's what they say.
And what's the point of loving, when you throw it all away?
She was just a kid, and kept her feelings hid
Wondering if she'd ever find her way
Couldn't they forgive, the things she often did
Between the edge of night and break of day
Now Amy's on the corner, shooting up the breeze
And ever-loving Johnny's, still stuck in the deep freeze
Johnny says to Amy, can you help me find a door
But Amy can't do nothing, till her friends tell her the score
Amy's friends on the West End, just keep up a façade
And say that they're not gamblers, as they calculate the odds
Is it an act of faith, possibly naïve
They're all just sad believers who are easily deceived
Writer: Leo Papa
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