Eurythmics Follow

Well the sun came up this morning

Like a burning red balloon

It broke into my window

And it slipped across the room

It spread itself upon me

Like the smell of sweet perfume

I was sleeping like a baby

I'm not a saviour

I'm not a saint

I'm not an angel

I'm not that quaint

Don't need a preacher

To be that wise

Don't need a teacher -

I've got my eyes...

You hurt me & I hate you

You hurt me

A history of bitterness

You have left a blazing trail

If you had been a hammer

I'd be a broken nail

You gave me nothing -

Nothing but regrets

Don't think it's over -

It's not over yet

You hurt me & I hate you

You hurt me...

And everytime

You try to fool yourself

You've only got yourself

To blame

And every lie you ever

Told yourself

Will all come back to you

One day