You think youÔÇÖre lovely, I know that youÔÇÖre wrong.
God made me ugly, so donÔÇÖt string me along.
Give me the good stuff, IÔÇÖll leave you the rest,
Send me the good stuff and IÔÇÖll put you to the test,
IÔÇÖm going to
Stop messing around, cos what have you found
On the dirty ground.
You think IÔÇÖm stupid and I know that youÔÇÖre right,
Or else why would I lie here in this big hollow night.
Did god make it easy, so easy on you,
Were you sent here to please me, well it wonÔÇÖt
Ge tyou through, cos IÔÇÖm going to
Stop messing around, cos what have I found
On the dirty ground.
YouÔÇÖre going to stop messing around, cos what
have you found on the dirty ground.
Are we going to stop, are we going to stop,
Are we going to stop?
