Match My Style

The money's made
Now to buy some time
Such funny things
We do to make a dime
So I tell the man that I'm ill
A day in the park suits me well
If I should choose to wake up
I'll malinger my way to the top
I'd rather be in the sunshine
Cause' darling you can't match my style
I'll make the most of the new time
And unplug the world for a while
Made in the shade
On a beach in your mind
The bills aren't paid
But everyone's high
I tell them I'm sick and in bed
With sunglasses perched on my head
But then there's a knock at the door
They say I don't work there no more



Credits
Writer(s): Will Conner
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