All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time [bad word]  round
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'as I passed down by your street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time [bad word]  down

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm [bad word] down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm [bad word] down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more