Instant

Won't you tell me please, oh what's your hurry?
We know you're the life of the party

I like to put you on like I wear my clothes
Take a one-year pill with no weight to pull

I like your hair - I love the way that you dress
It's money, muscle, booze and ah – tenderness.

So won't you tell me please, oh what's your hurry?
We know you're the life of the party

Hey – what's your hurry? She won't neglect you...

Got no time for truth, no patience for lies
Ain't no time to doubts that lay deep inside

You won't force your time, you even pretend
Not aware of pay for things that you said

You're past your golden age, your time is so short
Minimum's the wage, it's all you can get

Rug from under goes and still you go on
Face in the mirror and it's you all alone

Hey – what's your hurry?
He won't neglect you
You're the life of the party
She won't neglect you

Now you're running on your own - UH HUH

Just can't take now I feel like crying
Rug from under goes to hell from trying

Gone and dashed your dreams the night just before
Cover up and say that you love him more

Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story that's so purposely thin

Family and friends give silent glances
Why won't they just say it, you long to tell them?

Hey, what's the hurry?
He won't neglect you

You're not happy though you breathe the same air
What is justice, now where is it fair?

Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story that's so purposely thin

Rug from under goes and still you go on Face in the mirror and it's you all alone

Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story 'cause the blame the victim.

You're the life of the party
He won't neglect you...

Now you're running on your own - UH HUH