Overrated Songtext
von Siobhán Donaghy

Making memories take me
How horrible they can make me
Seeing all the freezing
Coughing and wheezing
We all know
When we have acted low
Can feel it from below
The belt of luck and load

And the pain's overrated, composed
Well I don't know are you
And the chains so serrated
And the proof
Well, I don't know do you


Will I ever lose
These old Catholic blues
That direct my shoes
Give me the strength to choose
I feel all low
The fear won't grow
If I show it just where and go
But I don't know

And the pain's overrated, composed
Well I don't know are you
And the chains so serrated
And the proof
Well, I don't know do you

Everything you beg me
I take it on delivery
What you gonna give me
What you gonna give me

Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get


And the pain's overrated, composed
Well I don't know are you
And the chains so serrated
And the proof
Well, I don't know do you

Everything you beg me
I take it on delivery
Paid it off to lift me
You're far too slippery
What you gonna give me
(What you gonna give me)

Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo.