Stuff

Did you think the stuff you bought would make me want to stay?
Did you think the gifts you gave would buy another day?
Well it worked 'cause I'm here
But let me make it perfectly clear

I want more stuff
I want more stuff
For me to have to put up with all of your calls
Breaking my back, busting my balls
I want more stuff

Did you think the stuff you bought would have some strange affect?
Some cosmic hold, potion, trance that I could not reject?
Well it helped for the most
Before we get uncomfortably close

I want more stuff
I want more stuff
For me to have to wake up next to that face
Swallow my pride, style and grace
I want more stuff



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Ivie
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