Making mess to make mess
I won't feel the blues
I can kiss and run just a little faster than you
I'm pretty sure its out there if I make a move
I kiss and run just a little faster that you
You were tired of me
I was tired of you
The jungle will have its way
And there was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
Making mess to make mess
And there was nothing we could do
Making mess to make mess
I won't feel the blues
I can kiss and run just a little faster than you
I'm pretty sure its out there if i make a move
I kiss and run just a little faster that you
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do
There was nothing we could do