Like a millionaire, but with nothing to spare.
All this time on my hands doesn’t go anywhere.
But should you think to cry, I know that…
It’s not right, that you're there, with your love going spare.
You’re like a waste of space in an empty room,
Just hoping, someone gets to you soon.
The way you run around is not so clever,
I warn you, honey I love you.
The way you run around is not so clever,
I warn you, honey I love you.
With a heart full of song, I will drive you away,
This I’ve known all along but I don’t think I’d blame,
You for passing on…
‘Cos it’s not right, that you care so much more than I care.
I’m just a waste of space, and I rarely move.
Here’s hoping, someone gets to me soon.
The way you run around is not so clever,
I warn you honey, I love you.
The way you run around is not so clever,
I warn you honey, I love you.
Centre stage is yours to take,
If you can lose this waste of space.
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