Cruel Hearts Club - Sink This Low
One, two, three, four
Face, you’ve got a good face
Hot like the sun on my back
We’ll make lots of money
Hey, you’re a son of a gun
Nobody could believe that you’d go this far
Nobody could believe that you’d sink this low
We’ve got your number you know
You’re a four letter word
La La la la la la la la la la la
You’ve got it coming around
Now the tables have turned
La la la la la la la la la la la
You’re no saint
You’re a sinner
Hide all the dirt on your jeans
Yes you’re a winner
So you keep telling yourself
Nobody could believe that you’d go this far
Nobody could believe that you’d sink this low
We’ve got your number you know
You’re a four letter word
La La la la la la la la la la la
You’ve got it coming around
Now the tables have turned
La la la la la la la la la la la
So disappointing the fact that you’d sink this low
We’ve got your number you know
You’re a four letter word
La la la la la la la la la la la
You’ve got it coming around
Now the tables have turned
La la la la la la la la la la la
We’ve got your number you know
You’re a four letter word
La la la la la la la la la la la
So disappointing the fact that you’d sink this low
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
Written by:
EDITH FLORENCE RUBY LANGLEY, GABRIELLA NATALIE CLARKE, GITA HARCOURT
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