Kimbra - Slum Love Lyrics
Work, work work work, work work workIt's all about work, work work work, work work workIt's all about work, work work work, work work workIt's all about work, work work work, work work workHey, I never wanna be a millionaireBut I could use a breakYou've had me pumpin' ironWorkin' the mines from the night until the break of dayBaby, shackles on my anklesYour ropes 'round my handsThis ain't some kind of gameCause, you're too tired for thatWhy do I have to always pick upThe pieces of your heart, yep (Hey!)Why do you always have to beSo derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)My friends all think we are in loveReading horoscopes like they were gospelWe're living in the first world but youCan make a third worker out of meSlum LoveSome kind of Slum LoveSome kind of Slum LoveSome kind of Slum Love(Whoa!)I never wanted a UtopiaOr a rise and demiseIt's like I'm walking the wireYou keep feeding the fire withYour doubts about fidelityYou're a little bit olderBut that don't mean a thingWe still bicker like childrenThat make up and do it all againWhy do I always have to be theHeroine or the RescuerWhy do I always fall for you whenYou're making breakfast or driving my carThey promised us the world, they told usWe'd find a love unconditionalMaybe I should just count my lucky starsAnd be glad I have someoneWhen I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!)Toxic passion, then epiphany oh!Slum LoveSome kind of Slum LoveSome kind of Slum LoveSome kind of Slum Love
