Little Bit Of Love lyrics
Little Bit Of LoveMonica:
Percy says if I don’t drop you, he’ll drop me.
He wants to book me some shows with musicians who will actually show up.
How deliciously delightful for you. And what do you say?
I said I couldn’t make it with someone I can’t count on.
What about us’
The point is you’re getting in my way
You’re holding me back, and there’s just no way
I’m gonna have that
Look at yourself
You’re drunk out of your skull most of the time
Well, that’s a bad mishap
But I will not bow down to your crap
Let’s leave with a little bit of love
I don’t appreciate the fact
That you can’t just sit still in a room
You got too many ants in your pants
All caught up in the romance of the big break
Settle down, desperation, Monica
Every day a little death, take yourself a little breath
Breathe yourself a little bit of love
Leave with a little bit of love
Can we just sit and relax for a minute?
Just talk things through
I appreciate the fact
You want to talk things through like
Mature, grown-up people
I appreciate the fact we like and prize each other
But soon we might despise each other
Let’s leave with a little bit
Of anger, though I must admit
You drag me ‘round the world to say, ‘That’s it’
I quit, wrong fit,’ well shit, I’m so na’ve
That’ll teach me not to wear my poor heart on my sleeve
Let’s leave with a little bit of
Look on your table, Monica!
Half-finished lyrics, incomplete rhymes
Daddy’s Girl, Monica, unable in life, unable in art,
To finish what you start
Oh, God, for what this time’
I think I might be eating for two
Bun in the oven
I went to the chemist and I bought a little test
And now I have to pee and then let science do the rest
To see if I’m’
Reeling room, feeling numb
Helpless, hopeless to the outcome
There’s no way I’m gonna have this baby
There is not an even maybe
Not as long as I want to be a star
I’m not ready now nor ever
To be pregnant
You know, for a musician, your rhythm method is rubbish!
Maybe we should have it, or something.
Are you out of your mind or something?
Look at your table, acres of bottles!
A slave to the alcohol, you’ll always be or might have been,
Unless you go get clean
It’s my baby, too!
I’ve made my decision!
Then, I’ve made mine.
I’m going back to Glasgow
I miss the gray days
George Square at dark, the Celtic Park
I’ll build my studio
I’ll keep Manhattan
My ballroom gown
The perfect town if you are up for getting down
I’ll live the universe of Manhattan
Are you sure you don’t want me to go to the clinic with you before I go?
Yeah, you are, aren’t you
Let’s leave with a little bit of’
Little bit of
Little bit of love.
Don’t call me Mon.
Pacing in a room
Pacing in my heart again
Just get up and start again
Monica, pace the room
Bring the future faster
Might just be a whim
But maybe I can go faster without him
Va-voom, I gotta get out this room
Last Update: December, 09th 2013