Hit and Miss
Last night we we restarting to slide
We'll I told you once and I told you twice, so whoa!
This to me is intolerable
When one is all I need
Get off your horse and get on your bike
You never phone phone so we never fight, whoa!
This machine is just impossible
When sweetness can't succeed
She's a hot, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words its the way that you say it, way that you say it
Happy endings are out of sight
What will you turn into at midnight, whoa!
How you burned me down again I don't know
This singer's got a broken heart
And all the flowers in all the parks, whoa!
Won't give this victory to you
'Cause one is all I need
She's a hot, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words its the way that you say it, way that you say it
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
She's a hit, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words it's the way that you say it, way that you say it
We'll I told you once and I told you twice, so whoa!
This to me is intolerable
When one is all I need
Get off your horse and get on your bike
You never phone phone so we never fight, whoa!
This machine is just impossible
When sweetness can't succeed
She's a hot, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words its the way that you say it, way that you say it
Happy endings are out of sight
What will you turn into at midnight, whoa!
How you burned me down again I don't know
This singer's got a broken heart
And all the flowers in all the parks, whoa!
Won't give this victory to you
'Cause one is all I need
She's a hot, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words its the way that you say it, way that you say it
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
She's a hit, she's a miss, with a cruel, cruel heart
Built it up together then she tears it apart
Talking down to me from the very start
It's not the words it's the way that you say it, way that you say it
Credits
Writer(s): Noel Martin O'donnell, James Robert Houston, Kevin Joseph Sherry, Joseph Tim Davidson, Colin Mcardle
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