Winner

I could do you
Better than you could do you.
I've got your glasses,
And I've got your jeans.
And I get my drinks cheap
But you get them free.

And if you don't want a bag,
you can return it.
And if you don't want a book then,
you can burn it.
You couldn't lose if you tried,
You're so pathetic.

You could do me,
But no one knows you're doing me.
You haven't got my awkward silence and my,
three ways of acting:
Loud on entry, quiet upon reciept,
And my lack of mind to know when I am beat.

And if you don't want a bag,
you can return it.
And if you don't want a book then, you can burn it.
You couldn't lose if you tried,
You're so pathetic.
I'll try to follow it up,
I'll never get it.

And I won't be a winner,
And you won't be a winner.
And you can just tell,
you can just tell,
you can just tell that,
I'll never make it.
You can just tell,
you can just tell that,
I'll never make it.

You are the one
and I am the other,
I said, what a shame we didn't fight it.
You are the one
and I am the other,
I said, what a shame we didn't fight it.

I said, what a shame we didn't fight it.

I won't be a winner,
And you won't be a winner.
And you can just tell,
you can just tell,
you can just tell that,
I'll never make it.
You can just tell,
you can just tell that,
we'll never make it.



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Francis Mcdermott, Brendan Ian Maclean
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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