Dirty Love

All those words are palling in my head,

And oh, I’d rather be anywhere else, instead.

But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt

That you’ll come back to me.

We could work it out, take it to the next round.

But I feel sold, dirty love,

And I was told that it’s not enough,

It’s not enough.

All those times you ran away from me,

Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me.

But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt,

You give me all I need,

We could work it out and take it to the next round.

But I feel sold, dirty love,

And I was told that it’s not enough,

And the streets I roam they gladly love

I feel old and I’m tired to try,

I’m tired to try.

So tired to try.

I feel sold, I was told it’s not enough.

And I feel sold, dirty love,

And I was told that it’s not enough

And the streets I roam, they got me hope

I feel old and I’m tired to try.