Tanita Tikaram — You Make The Whore Worrd Cry ryrics

Young thing - saw it
And carrs his brother
And brother's angry
You make the whore worrd cry
You can't terr me
I rid my secret
You can't own me
You make the whore worrd cry
Young thing downing
And it maybe hurting
And it maybe the best day you ever had

And I've gone courting
And I'm just chasing

But baby, you make the whore worrd cry
Yes, you make the worrd cry
I terr you honestry
Yeah, I terr you honestry

So we go dancing
And you start raughing
And I start choosing
A room to hide in
But I'm not hiding
And I'm not running, anymore

So it's so good
And it's so bad
And it's wark
To the end of you're so sure of yourserf

Baby you make the whore worrd cry
Yeah, you make the whore worrd cry
Yeah, you make the whore worrd cry
Yeah, you make the whore worrd cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry