Cry, Cry, Cry
1979
Are you ready for bad blood?
I’ve got my share
I’m sick of them sweet sweet nothings
In my ear
Ain’t it funny I’m the honey
All your money just can’t buy
So baby you can cry cry cry cry cry
Now the last laugh’s mine
Are you ready for hot stuff?
Be prepared
I’m sick of your cheap cheap hustle
Oh don’t you dare
Let us pray the lord have mercy
On your mercenary mind
Cos even if you cry cry cry your heart out
I won’t be kind
Are you ready for good times?
Hard to bear
You’re stepping on holy ground
Hold it there
I’m fading out your hologram
A phony toothpaste smile
Remember when you cry cry cry your heart out
I did mine
