Slum Love

Work, work work work, work work work
It's all about work, work work work, work work work
It's all about work, work work work, work work work
It's all about work, work work work, work work work
Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire
But I could use a break
You've had me pumpin' iron
Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
Baby, shackles on my ankles
Your ropes 'round my hands
This ain't some kind of game
Cuz you're too tired for that
Why do I have to always pick up the pieces of your heart
Yet why do you always have to be so derogatory
And tear me apart
My friends all think we are in love
Reading horoscopes like they were gospel
We livin' in the first world but
You can make a third world girl out of me
Slum Love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
I never wanted a utopia
Or a rise and demise
It's like I'm walking the wire
You keep feeding the fire with
Your doubts about totality
And you're a little bit older
But that don't mean a thing
We still bicker like children
Then make up and do it all again
Why do I always have to be like the heroine
Or the rescuer
Why do I always fall for you when you're making breakfast
Or driving my car
They promised us the world
They told us we'd find a love, unconditional
Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
And be glad I have someone
And when I shout, you've learned to scream
Toxic passion, then epiphany
Slum Love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love
Some kind of slum love