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