I Need a Whole Lot of Love Songtext
von Betty Davis
I Need a Whole Lot of Love Songtext
(Living well is the best revenge)
(I am Scott Fitzgerald every now and then)
I need a whole lot of nothing
Any more than just a bit out on my bed
I gotta house boy serving my croissant
And Picassos are hanging over my head
No, I really don′t like living
But I do like living well
And I pretend all my elegant friends
Would help me up, help my shaking knees if I feel
I need a whole lot of nothing to entertain me
So I can sleep at night
A hot jaccuzzi, a Burma movie
A real New Yorker, hot vixens
You know I'm not well intellectual
But I have a few pseudo
You know I have been rich
My space is in a place
I′ve been an Americash or a Greek guys
I need a whole lot of nothing just to walk
All through the call out door
I use hundred dollar bills to blow my nose
I bring back around when I get real bored
I socialize with successful and personal people
My way of counting more
The illusion of power makes them chit-chat for hours
I don't make 'em look foolish, they′re company when I′m lonely
Not to mention the attention
I double your swears, I'm a hip for you there
A divine, a decor, jaded, divine
I′ve been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Tell us more, tell us more, tell us more, tell us more)
I've been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Living well is the best revenge)
(I am Scott Fitzgerald every now and then)
I need a whole lot of nothing
So I won′t be dimmed crown
I dine my magazines, I dance my regimes
I play my name at length, I sing and holla after hours
No, I don't believe in slummin′
But I believe in fooling myself
And whoever really doesn't give a damn?
I need a whole lot of nothin'
′Cause there′s nothing else
Not to mention the attention
I double your swears, I'm a hip for you there
A divine, a decor, jaded, divine
I′ve been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Tell us more, tell us more, tell us more, tell us more)
I've been given my lover on my limousine floor
I need a whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there's really nothing else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
I believe I don′t believe in myself
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
'Til I can find there's something else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
I get off, I get a off on fooling myself
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there′s really nothing else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
Oh, I believe, I believe I don't believe in myself
I need a whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there's really nothing else
I need a whole lot of nothing
I believe, I believe I don′t believe in myself
I need a whole lot of nothing
'Cause there is really nothing else
I need a whole lot of nothing
(I am Scott Fitzgerald every now and then)
I need a whole lot of nothing
Any more than just a bit out on my bed
I gotta house boy serving my croissant
And Picassos are hanging over my head
No, I really don′t like living
But I do like living well
And I pretend all my elegant friends
Would help me up, help my shaking knees if I feel
I need a whole lot of nothing to entertain me
So I can sleep at night
A hot jaccuzzi, a Burma movie
A real New Yorker, hot vixens
You know I'm not well intellectual
But I have a few pseudo
You know I have been rich
My space is in a place
I′ve been an Americash or a Greek guys
I need a whole lot of nothing just to walk
All through the call out door
I use hundred dollar bills to blow my nose
I bring back around when I get real bored
I socialize with successful and personal people
My way of counting more
The illusion of power makes them chit-chat for hours
I don't make 'em look foolish, they′re company when I′m lonely
Not to mention the attention
I double your swears, I'm a hip for you there
A divine, a decor, jaded, divine
I′ve been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Tell us more, tell us more, tell us more, tell us more)
I've been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Living well is the best revenge)
(I am Scott Fitzgerald every now and then)
I need a whole lot of nothing
So I won′t be dimmed crown
I dine my magazines, I dance my regimes
I play my name at length, I sing and holla after hours
No, I don't believe in slummin′
But I believe in fooling myself
And whoever really doesn't give a damn?
I need a whole lot of nothin'
′Cause there′s nothing else
Not to mention the attention
I double your swears, I'm a hip for you there
A divine, a decor, jaded, divine
I′ve been given my lover on my limousine floor
(Tell us more, tell us more, tell us more, tell us more)
I've been given my lover on my limousine floor
I need a whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there's really nothing else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
I believe I don′t believe in myself
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
'Til I can find there's something else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
I get off, I get a off on fooling myself
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there′s really nothing else
I need a whole, whole lot of nothing
Oh, I believe, I believe I don't believe in myself
I need a whole lot of nothing
Oh, ′cause there's really nothing else
I need a whole lot of nothing
I believe, I believe I don′t believe in myself
I need a whole lot of nothing
'Cause there is really nothing else
I need a whole lot of nothing
Writer(s): Betty Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com