Current Lyrics
Since my heart is golden,
I've got sense to hold in,
Tempted just to make an ugly scene.
No, I'm not as proper.
My money's in copper,
Ripped down from the brownstones to the street
Listen,
I'm your friend, don't quote me,
But not a friend worth noting.
Yes, please don't ever note me as your friend.
Who says we have cold hearts?
Acting out our old parts,
Let's perform my favorite little scene.
Oh oh oh oh.
I get carried away, carried away, from you
And I'm hoping and I'm praying,
Cause I'm sorry, sorry 'bout that,
Sorry 'bout things that I've said.
Always let it get to my head.
Oh, European, once again with feeling.
Higher education making sense?
Justify your thesis, certain that you need this.
Tell me what your point is in defense.
I get carried away, carried away, from you
And I'm hoping and I'm praying,
Cause I'm sorry, sorry 'bout that.
Sorry 'bout things that I've said.
Always let it get to my head.
I get carried away, carried away, from you,
And I'm hoping and I'm praying,
'Cause I'm sorry, sorry 'bout that.
Sorry 'bout things that I've said.
Always let it get to my head.