Flowers won’t work this time
I appreciate the kind gesture
But if you’d just do better
That’d be fine
Empty promises
That won’t work in this instance
But if you’d just listen
That’d be nice
‘Cause this is fifty-fifty, baby
Start paying me what’s mine
On a good day, darling
I’m twenty-five
can’t me in sorry
Can’t me say
those words meaning
still the day
Can’t me breakfast in bed
a Sunday matinee
The that’ll this debt
if me in change
I’m so broke on love
better cough up
Hold me
Then hold me again, owe
Me at much
‘Cause this is fifty-fifty, baby
Start paying me what’s mine
On a good day, darling
I’m twenty-five
can’t me in sorry
Can’t me say
those words meaning
still the day
Can’t me breakfast in bed
a Sunday matinee
The that’ll this debt
if me in change
I need change
Pay me in change
Pennies, quarters
Nickels, dimes
Start add up over time
The little things are a mine
keep me in life
can’t me in sorry
Can’t me say
those words meaning
still the day
Can’t me breakfast in bed
a Sunday matinee
The that’ll this debt
if me in change
