What It Takes Songtext
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What It Takes Songtext
Let me tell you babe
About the day that we met
The clouds were dark gray
And smoking cigarettes
It was raining hard timber
From the sky
I promised you babe
It wouldn′t happen again
Each time we know what it takes
Each time see where it leads
Each time we got what it takes
And each time
It takes a little bit more
Let me tell you babe
About the day we got wed
I woke up early morning
Just before you got dressed
The clouds were so shy
And so small
I felt so fat and tall
I did inhale them all
Each time we know what it takes
Each time we see where it leads
Each time we got what it takes
And each time
It takes a little bit more
Let me tell you babe
About the hangman that i met
He pulled the hood over my
Face and then said
These used to be so much better made
Nowadays they're all imported
And made who knows where
Made by small children
Who′re treated like slaves
They get a penny a day
And at night they pray
For the stars to blink their eyes in the poster
Hanging on the cardboard wall
I can't do it no more
I can't do my job no more
And it seems like i gotta let you go
Consider yourself lucky
About the day that we met
The clouds were dark gray
And smoking cigarettes
It was raining hard timber
From the sky
I promised you babe
It wouldn′t happen again
Each time we know what it takes
Each time see where it leads
Each time we got what it takes
And each time
It takes a little bit more
Let me tell you babe
About the day we got wed
I woke up early morning
Just before you got dressed
The clouds were so shy
And so small
I felt so fat and tall
I did inhale them all
Each time we know what it takes
Each time we see where it leads
Each time we got what it takes
And each time
It takes a little bit more
Let me tell you babe
About the hangman that i met
He pulled the hood over my
Face and then said
These used to be so much better made
Nowadays they're all imported
And made who knows where
Made by small children
Who′re treated like slaves
They get a penny a day
And at night they pray
For the stars to blink their eyes in the poster
Hanging on the cardboard wall
I can't do it no more
I can't do my job no more
And it seems like i gotta let you go
Consider yourself lucky
Writer(s): Julius Jããskelãinen, Janne Westerlund, Pekka Jaaskelainen, Anssi Johannes Hallio, Sami Vironen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com