Bitch

I'm in love with the fever of life

San Francisco, northern lights

I'm in love with the freedom of speech

Bleached white driftwood washed up on a beach

Rude health, electricity

My life is rich and fullSo why'd I bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm just a bitch,

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitchI'm in love with love and its sting

Silence, music, touch on skin

Love my sons, I love my wife

My life is rich and fullSo why'd I bitch,

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm just a bitch,

Bitch, bitch bitch, bitch

Oh noI got it all wrong

Spoken out of turn, again

Sold myself too short, not long

I've broken out and burnt

Say no to everything

I ever once did love

Say no I can never ever, ever, be enoughI'm in love with the edges of things

What turns you on and makes your heart sing

Spiders webs outlined in dew

Don't play it safe, till it's too lateThen bitch,

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

I'm just a bitch,

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

Oh no

Songwriters

Lawrence Gott, Mark Hunter, Saul Davies, Tim Booth, James GlenniePublished by

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