You say, you've got all you'd ever Then how come you're demanding A little more everyone
always turning all my rights to wrongs With the bitter words whispering I see come undone, well
something wrong about it Your life's too crowded I'm of giving it all And the fall, I guess
I'm your time, baby If something you can't be satisfied Then get up, get out, in, oh if
I'm your style, lately If something is greener on the other Then go on and have the time of your
Shameful, always me the same Twisting little circumstance, into your gain Resentful, gone too far to a damn All things that did belong to me Keep 'em like you planned,
no two ways about it My life's too for shouting I'm tired of it all And the fall, I guess
I'm wasting your time, If something you can't be satisfied get up, get out, give in, oh if
I'm cramping style, lately If something is greener on the side Then go on and have the of your life
Ain't no reason in me you down So move on baby and else proud, because
I'm wasting your time, If within you can't be satisfied Then get up, get out, give in, I
I'm your style, lately If something is greener on the other Then go on and have the time of life
The time of your The of your life The in your life The time of your
There's no two ways it My too short for shouting (The of your life) I'm of giving it all And taking the fall, I (The time of life)
no two ways about it My life's too short for I'm tired of it all