They may walk hand in hand Like lovers through the market square Selecting leather goods Pretending that they just dont care They say all the boys are monsters All the girls are whores So when you lose the one you love Theres always plenty more They may be in a club All dressed up waiting to meet you Or in some garret bleak Despairing over what to do All the girls are monsters All the boys are whores So when you lose the one you love Theres always plenty more So when you lose the one you love Theres always plenty more So when you lose the one you love Theres always plenty more So when you lose the one you love Theres always plenty more plenty more https://youtube/watch?v=DI8ciJ0Dbsk
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 01:08:31 +0000