Hospital (Win Your Love) Songtext
von Jesca Hoop

Just my luck, today′s the day
Man, that hurt
It's worth the pain
There′s a new queen in this house
She's plastered up
Behold the sight, just look up
Fluorescent light
Have I gone to heaven or to

Hospital, I'm dreamin′ of the hospital
I′m dreamin' of Mom and Dad
Look at me like they did back when
I′m born again

Daddy's girl and Mama′s princess
Sister Jen
She doesn't exist ′til when I need something
She'll bring me ice creams 'cause I′m in


Hospital, I′m dreamin' of the hospital
I′m dreamin' of
The date with the doctor is a golden ticket
I want your attention, now I′m gonna get it, uh huh, oh nah
And now, come on, you cunt, come, come on and hit me
There's no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn′t get me, uh nuh-huh, oh nah
And there's nothing like a broken arm to win your love
There's nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love, oh nah
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can kiss it ′til it feels better
And there′s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

Oh-oh-oh, my old friends
I'm voting you out or in
You envy me
I walk the red carpet to my cast signin′
A crayon or a marker pen
And all of the It girls ask me what it's like in

Hospital, I′m dreamin' of the hospital
I′m dreamin' of the hospital
It's dreamy, and
The date with the doctor is a golden ticket
I want your attention, now I′m gonna get it, uh huh, oh nah
And now, come on, you cunt, come, come on and hit me
There′s no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn't get me, uh nuh-huh, oh nah
And there′s nothing like a broken arm to win your love
There's nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love, oh nah
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can kiss it ′til it feels better
And there's nothing like a broken arm to win your love


I got five weeks, 41 days, 1000 glorious hours, ooh-ooh-ooh
To wave my arm and get what I want with my newfound powers, ooh-ooh-ooh
But this is not a fairytale with a happy ending, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
When the clock strikes twelve, will I ever find your love again?

There′s nothing like a broken arm to win your love
There's nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love, oh nah
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can make me feel like I matter
And there's nothing like a broken arm to win your love

Ah na, na-na-na-na-na, ah na-na
Ah na, na-na-na-na-na, ah na-na-na
To win your love
To win your love
To win your love
To win your love