Alixandrea Corvyn - The *** Don't Work

All this talk of getting oldIt's getting me down, my loveLike a cat in a bagWaiting to drownThis time I'm coming downAnd I hope you're thinking of meAs you lay down on your sideNow the *** don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face againNow the *** don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face againBut I know I'm on a losing streakCause I passed down my old streetAnd if you want a showThen just let me knowAnd I'll sing in your ear againNow the *** don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again'Cause, Baby, ooh, if heaven callsI'm coming tooJust like you saidYou leave my lifeI'm better off deadAll this talk of getting oldIt's getting me down my loveLike a cat in a bag, waiting to drownThis time I'm coming downNow the *** don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven callsI'm coming tooJust like you saidYou leave my lifeI'm better off deadAnd if you want a showThen just let me knowAnd I'll sing in your ear againNow the *** don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face again, ohhhhYeah, I know I'll see your face again, ohhhhI'm never coming down, I'm never coming downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no moreI'm never coming down, I'm never coming downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no moreI'm never coming down, I'm never coming downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no moreI'm never coming down, I'm never coming downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no moreNo, no, no more, no...