You want love, want it bad, we can show you what to be
Here's something you can't have but we'll make you think it's free
It must hurt, to know, that you can't have it all
But for thirteen pounds a month you can pretend to run the show
So get out
So get out
Or get in
So get out
So get out
Or get in
Oh your friends? Huh! Baby oh what they must think of you
You're just so tired, overweight and you're fading out of view
So go and post, some more, I'm sure they'll come around
But baby if they don't you just know where we can be found
So get out
So get out
Or get in
So get out
Get out
Or get in
We can be everything you want
Everything that your soul desires
It's gonna hurt in the morning baby
D-d-d-don't you cry
Black, blue, oh my darling what the hell's become of you
Tell me how to fix it or how I might make it up to you
Those things, you like, will they make it alright
Cause I'd rather throw my money than have to go and talk it out