Sunday, March 30, 2014

Material Things

Well, you're just another man;
Maybe I'm just another girl.
You say you're falling for me,
And maybe you rock my world.
But what difference does it make?
Who gave us the right to love?
Who even know what it is?
Some say it's never enough.
Maybe you just wanna feel
Someone else's skin,
And I don't know what I want,
So should I just give in?
But no, I could stand that-
You get your high, and it ends?
I could never go back,
To being just friends.
But I don't want
What you don't need;
I've got no use for all these
Material Things.
Material Things...
You complain about me
When I'm not around;
My friends complain about you
When we go to town.
They say you're wrong for me,
And I say that I know,
But so is everyone else,
So why should I go?
Oh, and I cry for you,
When you aren't here to see,
'Cause you have all your friends
Who all hate me.
You call up and say
Only you can complain,
'Cause I'm not their girl,
So they don't get a say.
But I don't want
What you don't need;
I've got no use for all these
Material Things.
No, I don't want what you've got
If you can just give it away;
I've got no use for all these
Material Things.
No, I don't really want
All the junk that you don't need,
And you may want to hold me,
But first you must see,
I don't really care for these
Material Things.
All these Material Things...

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