(P. Pentland/Sloan) Burn it down Now we can't have anymore So turn it south We're headed for sunny shores Pick me up in your limousine Take me out to lunch Pry my mind with the best champagnes And make me talk too much Something's always wrong with this situation (Something's always wrong) 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along I know someone that looks like you But they don't have the fire you do In your eyes Heads up Here she comes Eyes glazed over And a bottle of fun She keeps moving But she's fading fast She says she's never felt sicker But she's having a blast But look inside She feels like crying Bottle's dry And no one's buying Something's always wrong with this situation (Something's always wrong) 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along I know someone that looks like you But they don't have the fire you do In your eyes Have a drink to toast yourself And another to your health And one more for the road And the good times Burn it down And we can't have anymore So turn it south We're headed for sunny shores Something's always wrong with this situation (Something's always wrong) 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along I know someone that looks like you But they don't have the fire you do In your eyes In your eyes In your eyes Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com