This is the start of fashion, not the end.
The truth don't come easily
If you don't let your ears breathe.
High heels and wine frills and a cut of coloured car. Corvette corner, long fringe crooner or a black suit in my hood.
You all wanted grace,
but you just kept in line.
You all wanted s***e, you just kept in line.
You stole my lines from the fireplace.
Replaced them with an old drunk tape.
Don't really know if you want to see God around,
I sure do know he don't hand at your loft.
He's so far the middle,
he can hardly wait to see me and all of us,
Standing there.
Play a little bit for love. Play a little bit for love.
The truth don't come easily
If you don't let your ears breathe.
High heels and wine frills and a cut of coloured car. Corvette corner, long fringe crooner or a black suit in my hood.
You all wanted grace,
but you just kept in line.
You all wanted s***e, you just kept in line.
You stole my lines from the fireplace.
Replaced them with an old drunk tape.
Don't really know if you want to see God around,
I sure do know he don't hand at your loft.
He's so far the middle,
he can hardly wait to see me and all of us,
Standing there.
Play a little bit for love. Play a little bit for love.