Sundays spice just got to have some beef
Slide each other off into the grief.
It's not you, no problem, babe,
The bigger man don't seem to care,
Find a chance and loves to swear at you.
Be sharp, be fast, it's too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, you're the better man, better man.
Sundays kills can tear a boy apart,
Twist his mind and break his little heart.
Sorry she left you for me,
Don't say I'm mean, I'll disagree,
The dance is still in our town tonight.
Think fast, think sharp, you're too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, you're the better man, better man, better
I am gonna break you down,
Make you cry and make you frown,
You say I'm mean, but maybe you deserve.
Think fast, think sharp, you're too well to last,
Be right, be wrong, you're the better man, better man, better
I'm a man of class and ambition.
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