Funny how it sounds much better without you
See the noise is gone I'm playing without you
I guess your place for sure was behind a desk,
Dressing dolls for money, here's your success
Thinking that the world could not turn without you
Constipated minds won't make it without you
They should pay me twice to be in your shoes
Bankers, lawyers, honey they won't get the blues
Thinking that you rise? You're on the wrong latter
Sure If it's money-wise, you're Queen of the fools
It gave you a dirty mind, ambitious and cruel
I think you crossed the line, more headaches and jewels
With your tiny heart, you spit on the soup
Sure, you could nail a prophet,
And then stick to your rules
What's the matter with you? You can't confess?
Too much sins to carry, one more or less!
You are such a sad little girl
You are such a sad little girl
The Rover - QUEEN OF THE FOOLS Lyrics
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Funny how it sounds much better without you
See the noise is gone I'm playing without you
I guess your place for sure was behind a desk,
Dressing dolls for money, here's your success
Thinking that the world could not turn without you
Constipated minds won't make it without you
They should pay me twice to be in your shoes
Bankers, lawyers, honey they won't get the blues
Thinking that you rise? You're on the wrong latter
Sure If it's money-wise, you're Queen of the fools
It gave you a dirty mind, ambitious and cruel
I think you crossed the line, more headaches and jewels
With your tiny heart, you spit on the soup
Sure, you could nail a prophet,
And then stick to your rules
What's the matter with you? You can't confess?
Too much sins to carry, one more or less!
You are such a sad little girl
You are such a sad little girl
See the noise is gone I'm playing without you
I guess your place for sure was behind a desk,
Dressing dolls for money, here's your success
Thinking that the world could not turn without you
Constipated minds won't make it without you
They should pay me twice to be in your shoes
Bankers, lawyers, honey they won't get the blues
Thinking that you rise? You're on the wrong latter
Sure If it's money-wise, you're Queen of the fools
It gave you a dirty mind, ambitious and cruel
I think you crossed the line, more headaches and jewels
With your tiny heart, you spit on the soup
Sure, you could nail a prophet,
And then stick to your rules
What's the matter with you? You can't confess?
Too much sins to carry, one more or less!
You are such a sad little girl
You are such a sad little girl
Writer: TIMOTHEE REGNIER
Copyright: Lyrics © WAGRAM PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WAGRAM PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.