For all the good it did… I’m just angry don’t pretend to be…sad. you tossed all my favorite records out the window and it shattered there’s no Sympathy…for the Devil or for Public Enemy
Love turns love turns Love turns love turns and the worst thing it’s the end of me oh it’s the end of me and you
For what it’s worth
On second thought the Lower East Side might be too crowded we might need to stay around our own neighborhood a touch of sparkle and the gleam in your eyes are gone but I’m happening baby we ain’t staying in.
Love turns love turns love turns love turns and the worst thing it’s the end of me oh it’s the end of me and you it’s the end of me boo hoo