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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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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