Who's the Boss? Songtext
von Farewell Continental

It was a figure of speech
They say you are what you eat
I haven′t eaten in weeks
That's what you′re doing to me

I wasn't falling in love
I was just falling apart
I would have helped you out
From the very start

It was a false alarm
I'd rather be alone now
How can you be so sure?


When you′ve got nothing to give
You′ve just got nothing to give
I don't believe a word of it

We were on and on and everything
A perfect pair of misery
A courtesan of crimson
And her king

We were on and on and everything
A perfect pair of misery
A courtesan of crimson
And her king
(I′ve already made up my mind)