Slum Love (Bonus Track)
Kimbra"Slum Love (Bonus Track)" ist ein Song von Kimbra, 2014, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:05, 47 lines / 298 words.
Songtext
0:23Work work work work work work work
0:27It's all about work work work work work work work
0:32It's all about work work work work work work work
0:38It's all about work work work work work work work
0:45Hey I never wanna be a millionaire
0:49But I could use a break
0:52You've had me pumpin' iron
0:54Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
0:57Baby shackles on my ankles
1:00Your ropes 'round my hands
1:03This ain't some kind of game
1:05'Cause you're too tired for that
1:08Why do I have to always pick up
1:10The pieces of your heart yet
1:14Why do you always have to be
1:16So derogatory and tear me apart
1:19My friends all think we are in love
1:22Reading horoscopes like they were gospel
1:25We're living in the first world but
1:27You can make a third world girl out of me
1:30Slum Love
1:35Some kind of slum love
1:41Some kind of slum love
1:46Some kind of slum love
1:53I never wanted a Utopia
1:57Or a rise in denies
1:59It's like I'm walking the wire
2:01You keep feeding the fire with
2:03Your thoughts about totality
2:05You're a little bit older
2:08But that don't mean a thing
2:11We still bicker like children
2:12Then make up and do it all again
2:15Why do I always have to be the
2:18Heroine or the Rescuer
2:21Why do I always fall for you when
2:23You're making breakfast or driving my car
2:27They promised us the world they told us
2:29We'd fall in love unconditional
2:33Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
2:35And be glad I have someone
2:39When I shout you've learned to scream
2:41Toxic passion then epiphany oh oh oh
2:49Slum love
2:54Some kind of slum love
3:00Some kind of slum love
3:05Some kind of slum love
Work work work work work work work It's all about work work work work work work work It's all about work work work work work work work It's all about work work work work work work work Hey I never wanna be a millionaire But I could use a break You've had me pumpin' iron Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day Baby shackles on my ankles Your ropes 'round my hands This ain't some kind of game 'Cause you're too tired for that Why do I have to always pick up The pieces of your heart yet Why do you always have to be So derogatory and tear me apart My friends all think we are in love Reading horoscopes like they were gospel We're living in the first world but You can make a third world girl out of me Slum Love Some kind of slum love Some kind of slum love Some kind of slum love I never wanted a Utopia Or a rise in denies It's like I'm walking the wire You keep feeding the fire with Your thoughts about totality You're a little bit older But that don't mean a thing We still bicker like children Then make up and do it all again Why do I always have to be the Heroine or the Rescuer Why do I always fall for you when You're making breakfast or driving my car They promised us the world they told us We'd fall in love unconditional Maybe I should just count my lucky stars And be glad I have someone When I shout you've learned to scream Toxic passion then epiphany oh oh oh Slum love Some kind of slum love Some kind of slum love Some kind of slum love
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