Culture Club. Black Comedy. Zeneszám

Sweet cunning eyes
try to take from me
You're too young, I'm too wise
this is parody
A taste of what you likeA can be fatal sometimes
Arms that hold you tight
but leave you cold, so cold
The stars in the sky
are out of reach tonight
Tears fall like rain, wrong again
words won't make me right
'Cause I knew from the start you were wrong for me
Call it fate if you like or black comedy
Love, maybe lust, made me sweet sixteen
So my soul lost control
nothing in between
A taste of what you want
can be brutal sometimes
Arms that hold you tight
but leave you cold, so cold
The stars in the sky
are out of reach tonight Tears fall like rain, wrong again
words won't make me right
'Cause I knew from the start you were wrong for me
Call it fate if you like or black comedy
The stars in the sky
are out of reach tonight
Tears fall like rain, wrong again
words won't make me right
'Cause I knew from the start you were wrong for me
Call it fate if you like or black comedy