I make it half past six you come at seven

Always trying to keep me, hanging around

You little spoilt thing, girl you kept me waiting

Never contemplating my point of view

This comes as no surprise

I'm a fool, for I believed your lies

But now I've seen thruogh your disguise

Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you?



Oh I believed you

Went on my knees to you

How I trusted you

But you turned me down

But it's dog eat dog in this rat race

And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face

Reaching out, reaching out for helping hand

Where is that helping hand?



How I was pushed around