500 ways to taste your glaze
and I just might,
500 days trapped in your maze
without a light
Monday, you don't know what to
do,
Tuesday, you sure don't have a
clue,
Thursday's not been so good to
you,
Friday, you really gotta go,
What more is there to know?
Oh, you, silly yes-men, are
now saying "no”,
So move on down the road
before this love implodes,
Before this love get's uglier
than a wart on a toad
500 lies live in your eyes and
make you blind,
500 guys live in your thighs
and bleed you dry
Yesterday, I would die for you,
But today it's not something I
could do,
Right now you just can't buy a
clue,
And tomorrow, you really gotta
go,
What more is there to know?
All your soaring highs have
now turned into lows,
So move on down the road
before this love implodes,
Before this love get's uglier
than a wart on a toad
Now you claim that you can't
count that high,
And you’re running out of time
to buy,
But if I had a dime for every
dime,
I'd have 500 dollars worth of
time
All your soaring highs have
now turned into lows,
So move on down the road
before this love implodes,
Before this love get's uglier than a wart on a toad
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