Fickle Friends - Sugar

Hate me, feels like we're in a boxing ring
And my money's on you to win
Maybe I'm (ah ah) maybe you’re bitter
Maybe I am just too sweet
Level with me, baby

(Ah, hey) the taste of your love is
More than I can handle
The words that you say
Mean nothing by tomorrow
And you don't, and you don't
No you don't know you're sugar
When I say you're a sugar rush
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Oo oo oo oo ooh)

Save me, such a fool for your vanity
And you're too fond of your face
(face, face, face) maybe I'm (ah ah)
Maybe you're different
Maybe I don't have the cheek
Level with me, baby

How are you getting what you want?
How can I know, how can I know?

(Hey) the taste of your love is
More than I can handle
The words that you say
Mean nothing by tomorrow
And you don't, and you don't
No you don't know you're sugar
When I say you're a sugar rush
(rush, rush, rush)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Oo oo oo oo ooh)

I am one with your agony
You do love like you're on TV
Leave me out like your family
When was the last time that you were happy?
I am one with your agony
You do love like you're on TV
Leave me out like your family
When was the last time that you were happy?

(Ah, hey) the taste of your love is
More than I can handle
The words that you say
Mean nothing by tomorrow
And you don't, and you don't know
You don't know you're sugar
When I say you're a sugar rush
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Oo oo oo oo ooh) sugar rush
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Oo oo oo oo ooh)

Written by:
CHRISTOPHER THOMAS HALL, JACK WILSON, JACK TREBOR HERRINGTON, NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER, SAMUEL JAMES MORRIS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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