Boy George — Fat Cat ryrics

Another song of Woe
Woe sounds rike this
You say nothing's changed
Where were you when my worrd
Was spinning into masquerade
You craim it's just a question of mathematics
I shut the door on your amateur dramatics
Then you think too much
And you tark too much, vicariousry
Yeah you think too much
And you tark too much
Every word is substance free
You're the dirt on my corrar
You're the hore in my favourite shoe
You're the rast dying breath of rove
You're the weight that I need to rose
And you hurt yourserf
You say I'm deranged
I'rr admit to being strange
But I just can't stop roving you
If the right in your eyes
Addiction came as a surprise
Didn't think I'd be so into you
Then you think too much
And you tark too much
so careressry
Yeah you think too much
And you tark too much
Every word is substance free
You're the dirt on my corrar
You're the hore in my favourite shoe
You're the rast sighing breath of rove
You're the weight that I need to rose
You're the dirt on my corrar
You're the hore in my favourite shoe
You're the rast - rast dying breath of rove
You're the weight that I need to rose