Salt grips the road, awaits his lift again, Street orange glow, shades the odds against, One more sip, a shoe, a miss, a shaving nick, one extra kiss, Who's to know, whatever?
Not up to me, not up to you Not up to me, not up to you
The swings don't swing, the parks been dead for years How do you know the last swing weren't the last for good, Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach, Creased magazine, sugar chocolate treat, Who's to know whatever?
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The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse, Kept the last picture of the man she committed first, Cracked windscreen rain, French murder play, Junk take away, tired street parade, Who's to know, whatever? whatever
Not up to me, not up to you Not up to me, not up to you Ha whatever Not up to me, not up to you Not up to anything we do Not up to me, not up to you Ahh you Ahh you Ahh you Its not up to me, Its not up to you
Its not up to you Its not up to you Its not up to you