Seven Out of Eight

You're a waste of time, you're nothing but glue on a wall So I'll shake you off like dust on my clothes, whether you want it or not Now boldness is just some excuse, I say, someone put on And is it hard to believe? If I had seven lives to live, well, if it was just true I'd never waste one for you Not one for you I have got no requests, so please be my guest Seven out of eight The owned to the left, right up to the next Seven out of eight I've got no requests, please get undressed Seven out of eight Amazed by how it all turned blurry like that photograph Where you look down and smile. Save your naïve look for those who ask And what makes words ever consuming is how they're sung You're slowly coming undone Of pleasures vanished she complains, the way she takes the floor Dancing her plastic beliefs Makes no relief I have got no requests, so please be my guest Seven out of eight The owned to the left, right up to the next Seven out of eight I have got no requests, so please be my guest Seven out of eight The owned to the left, right up to the next Seven out of eight I have got no requests, so please be my guest Seven out of eight The owned to the left, right up to the next Seven out of eight