All those words are palling in my head,
And oh, I’d rather be anywhere else, instead.
But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt
That you’ll come back to me.
We could work it out, take it to the next round.

But I feel sold, dirty love,
And I was told that it’s not enough,
It’s not enough.

All those times you ran away from me,
Oh, I rather see you hanging around with me.
But oh, I figure out, there is no doubt,
You give me all I need,
We could work it out and take it to the next round.

But I feel sold, dirty love,
And I was told that it’s not enough,
And the streets I roam they gladly love
I feel old and I’m tired to try,
I’m tired to try.
So tired to try.

I feel sold, I was told it’s not enough.

And I feel sold, dirty love,
And I was told that it’s not enough
And the streets I roam, they got me hope
I feel old and I’m tired to try.