John Hiatt. Old Habits. Zeneszám

When the snake of love starts pulling you under
And it wont let go 'til it starts to thunder
And there's not a cloud in the sky, gonna make him shake
I guess old habits are hard to break

'Cause even the good ones just seem to go bad
Might be the sweetest love that you ever had
You just can't let 'em go for goodness sake
I guess old habits are hard to break

The trouble with sainthood, darlin', you know its tough comin' down
But you've been doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Since you left your hometown a regular Joan of Arc burnin' at the stake
I guess old habits are hard to break

Maybe the first time he kissed you
The fireworks flew in the back of your mind
And you been lookin' just to feel this good ever since
But now every time he makes love to ya, he's just a little bit more unkind
Until it feels like every move you make is in self defense

That ain't the facts of life, it's just bad fiction
Honey that sure ain't love, you know its just an addiction
Now how much more abuse are you gonna take
I guess old habits are hard to break

Could be your father, could be your mother
Might be your sister or maybe even your brother
Or is it your own self baby, you've been tryin' to shake

Well, I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break
I guess old habits are hard to break