I Don't Want It All

It's all just a game, right!?
But I forget the fuckin' shifty rules
I'm not a poet I suppose
if the elite defeat the meter of my prose
And in no uncertain terms,
mines is a faith that isn't confirmed
Ask the Berkeley position...
and what you're hearing isn't worth the listen

But I Don't Want It All
I just want you
I Don't Want It All
I just want you
I Don't Want It All
I just want you

Don't get me all wrong,
the scars were defensive wounds
I won't make a great liar...
can't debate a taste I can't afford to acquire
Won't stoop down to clean up well
if your parents and friends think I looks like hell
So strike a proud pose
You drew the long straw just to cram it up your nose

But I Don't Want It All
I just want you
I Don't Want It All
I just want you
I Don't Want It All
I just want you
I Don't Want It All...

You want a suit and tie
to make band and multiply
Join the unsatisfied.
You know what?!
You're just not my type!



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Carrack, Michael Rutherford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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