I fake it anymore?. If I found the ting and work that can you take it anymore?. This time I have left, cannot be wasted anymore. You realize it now and you miss it. Chorus. Texts go green, it hits a
house. With satin green shutters, it would be lovely. The most lovely house in the world And I would sing a lovely song. With you in my mind and you in my eyes. The most lovely song in the world I
They say "Luda, would you rather have the money or the fame?". And I steady try to tell 'em that it all just depends. 'Cause every time I make a little more money I seem to be losin' more of my frie