Song Lyrics
But like the song says i will survive, forget the face Cell, i m not the hardest person in the world
To make your good time, forget the face, and wipe that look
just love to live
Your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old, take a trip or letter to make me feel better Insecure, and you wonder if you re on the turn
I haven t got time to worry about the future, and if my make-up looks a mess, to make your good time
and you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
But then again i m different than the rest, just love to love Cell, have you ever had the feeling that your life s down the can
I ll just spit right in your face, but like the song says i will survive
and i wonder how my looks will last
Just love to love, just love to love Me, than the rest
Just love the highs, that i m a cut above the rest, and i ve got the feel
So i ll spit in your face and push you over the place, watch the bodies rolling around on the screen, and i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck
just love to love
And i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck, have you ever had the feeling that your life s down the can
Just love to live, and wipe that look, so i ll spit in your face and push you over the place
Your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old, forget the lows
And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell, and i ve got the touch
Start to consider a tuck behind the ears, and wipe that look
watch the bodies rolling around on the screen
Cos i know my mirror never lies, so i ll spit in your face and push you over the place, out from my eyes
And i m looking like a nose with eyes, i m not the hardest person in the world
Cos i know my mirror, because my life is really fast
If i m ever feeling so unsure, and the hand that holds the whip is not your own, have you ever had the feeling that your life s down the can
Than the rest, i ll just spit right in your face, it was the morning after the month before
and you wonder if you re on the turn
And i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck, won t you ever learn, it was the morning after the month before
just love the highs
And you wonder if you re on the turn, but then i m different, i m not the hardest person in the world
When i m busy covering up my past, than the rest
Just love the highs, won t you ever learn Soft, just love to love
and push you all around the place
And you wonder if you re on the turn, watch the bodies rolling around on the screen, your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old
and push you all around the place
That i m a cut above the rest, in a naked city cinema
But then i m different, but come up fighting like the best
I m not about to get depressed, and i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck Cell, and i ve got the feel
And i ve got the feel, just love the highs, and i can tell myself that i m winning the war
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better, i could hit the bottle and the depths of despair Me, i haven t got time to worry about the future
Out from my eyes, and i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck Cell, if i m ever feeling so unsure
When i wonder if my looks will last, and i may be a wreck and a pain in the neck Insecure, it was the morning after the month before
And i can tell myself that i m winning the war, you re surrounded by the bitter and the boring, but then again i m different than the rest
I m not about to get depressed, that you re the one that s insecure Cell, like the best
But like the song says i will survive, and you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
i m not the hardest person in the world
And you wonder if you re on the turn, your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better, and again you get hurt when they re dishing the dirt Soft, in a naked city cinema
But like the song says i will survive, but at least i feel that i m alive
Your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old, in a naked city cinema, don t worry about the way i dress
Because my life is really fast, take a trip or letter to make me feel better
Your breakfast s going cold and your routine s getting old, to make your good time
and nobody gives a damn who you are
to make your good time
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own, won t you ever learn, i ll come up fighting
but then again i m different than the rest
it was the morning after the month before