Studio Playtime

You follow your needs, you follow your needs, nothing leads to anything

You follow your needs; your selfish and indescribable

And I'm begging you, please, I'm begging you, please, just smile at me for fucking once

Oh, the cold shoulder bleeds, it bleeds, it bleeds, oh, it bleeds

I mean nothing it seems, oh nothing it seems, left to have more than once again

Oh, it seems to be sweet, oh it seems to be sweet, oh nothing leads again

Oh, why must I cry one more time? Why must I cry another night

Oh, the ecstasy it leads, the ecstasy it leads, and open, open my eyes

Oh, the love it does leave, the love it leaves, as the trees change from green

Oh, the pain in my eyes, the pain unsurmountable by tears every night