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Tekstovi: Joan Armatrading. Lovers Speak. You Made Your Bed.

I say black, you say white
You do anything to be the one that's right
Go to extremes, got to win
Still you're not happy, just see the state you're in

You're never satisfied, are you, baby?
Tell me what is driving you crazy
You're feeling something's wrong and you blame me
Well, I just wanna say, it's your stupid mistake

I don't regret the time that we shared
But I do resent the martyr you play though
I'm the one who suffers more than my share of
All the hurt in this game, this mixed up game

Now you made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do

Not Lucifer, not the Trinity
No one on earth can make you feel at ease
It serves me right 'cos I left you once
I broke my own rule 'cos I wanted to please

But you're never satisfied, are you, baby?
Tell me what is driving you crazy
You're feeling something strong and you blame me
Well, I just wanna say, it's your stupid mistake

Now you made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do

You made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do
Get canceled out by the weird things

I say black, you say white
You do anything to be the one that's right
But you're never satisfied, I said you're never satisfied
Something is always driving you crazy, something is driving you crazy

You made your bed you can lie on it
You made your bed you can lie on it
You made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you

You made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do

You made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great little pleasures that you bring
Get canceled out by the weird things you do