The Real Tuesday Weld

From the Brooklyn Bridge to St. Petersburg, In every boardroom or boudoir across the world, From the Fall of Rome to the Renaissance Through Reformation, Cold War, Vietnam I'm the movement in the corner of your eye, The shadow in the dead of the nigh

Well, after all that we've been through Would you still call this love, baby? 'Cause love's the only proof That the ugly could be beautiful. God knows I'm feeling spent Though I've still got my money, honey Money's the revenge Of the ugly on the beau

Kix - The Real Tuesday Weld I don't get my kix out of you I don't feel the way I used to I know it's bad After what we had But I'm just not the angel you knew I don't get my kix out of you I don't get my kix out of you You're just too good to be true