Fortunes - Metric
Tell me in the morning that you love me show me
Only if you got it bad enough oh oh oh
She cracked right on the dance floor
She cracked but I won't
Tell me in the morning that you miss me show me
Only if you got it bad enough oh oh oh
It's for your own good girl
You've been such a good girl such a good girl
Stay to soften the blow
Hand over fist
To drink and to smoke
My blood from a stone
I do expect fortunes to fold
Hand over fist
To soften the blow
Blood from a stone
Seven in the morning do you miss me baby
Only if you got it bad enough oh oh oh
It's four on the west coast girl
They tell me it's a magical world
It's a sinister world
It's too late to leave too late to leave
It's too late to leave too late to leave
It's too late to leave too late to leave
Stay to soften the blow
Hand over fist
To drink and to smoke
My blood from a stone
I do expect fortunes to fold
Hand over fist
To soften the blow
Blood from a stone
