One, two, three, four

In a little country [that sold its soul]
You know theres no beauty
In being so cold and down
With a little contact and let go
You know theres no beauty
In being told no, no

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I cant afford
To break my heart
To being down on you
I cant afford
To act so smart
While looking round for you
I cant afford
To take a warning voice
And keeping that voice well locked
And hoping the world wont [shock] to me
Rock me til I can not see ya
Oh, rock me til I stop

With a little time to get wise
You know theres no beauty
When theres no surprising you
With a little [leather]
Just to turn you on
You know theres no beauty
When youre hiding from nothing

(chorus)

Is your wonderful showery days
Sunny days roll into one
Is you wonderful, wonderful showery days
Sunny days, roll into one

Making my words as one
Making my words as one to another

In the little [colour] of this little town
You know theres no beauty
In stealing the soul from us
With a little worry that you bearing down
You know theres no beauty
In staying around for us

(chorus)