Sour Times (Produced By Marsha Ambrosius) Lyrics

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you doCovered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do babyWho am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ooh these sour timesSee nobody loves me
It's true
nobody loves me
like you do

nobody loves me
it's true
Not like you doAfter time the bitter taste
Of innocence, decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decideSee nobody loves me
It's true
nobody loves me
it's true
nobody loves me
it's true
nobody loves me
it's true
Not like you do baby
Love me baby
Songwriters
SCHIFRIN, LALO / UTLEY, ADRIAN / BARROW, GEOFF / GIBBONS, BETH / BROOKS, HENRY / TURNER, OTISPublished by
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