Текст песни Sundays - God Made Me
Sundays - God Made Me слова песни
looking for an insult there`s a trickle in my headseeing it`s worth the effort I forgive myselftalks that we had are becoming a blurif only I could love my neighbourwaiting here for the next time with a bottle in my handdoing it for the exercise I forget myselfthe face thet you had is becoming a blurbut how was I supposed to know that?because God made methat`s all they told me before& how about you?& it`s off to work we go now you can forget about a labour of loveit just won`t wash anymorewe`d love to be good but we`d rather be badbut how was I supposed to know that?because God made methat`s all they told me before& how about you?because God made peoplethat was the luck of the drawwe do what we wantGod made methat`s what they told me beforewho knows what they`ll say today?because God made me for his sinsimagine my eyes when I first sawwe can do what we wanthow could I know?how could I know about it?