So your working for money
What's the joy in it honey
You've got all these
Pretty people you
want me to meet and
I've got nothing to say babe
And you wanna stop discussing
And then what?
Talk about nothing?
I don’t think so
I'd rather be alone

'Cause I believe
Your buying misery
Your lonely as can be
And nothing you have
Impresses me..

I know your always running
It's only you your cunning
Leaving trails of lies behind
Your eyes have no disguise
I see you clearly coming


Your transparency amuses me
Can't get your hooks into me baby

'Cause I believe
your buying misery
your lonely as can be
and nothing you have
impresses me

Yes I believe…