I know you think I'm terrifying
But honey, I ain't even trying
I'll cook your dinner while you're waiting
I'm sure you'll find it's fascinating

Hey little dog, don't you know
I got a feeling that you're waiting for your tin of gold
Oh yeah, baby, baby, don't you know
You don't need money if you really wanna lose control

I believe there's a god making my time, baking my bread
I can see it's a sign think of a rhyme shaking my head
Oh, I believe there's a god making my time, baking my bread
I can see it's a sign think of a rhyme shaking my head
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I know you think I'm terrifying
But honey, I ain't even trying
I'll cook your dinner while you're waiting
I'm sure you'll find it's fascinating

"God bless this stubborn soul", she cried
He lived a lonely life and died

Hey little dog, don't you know
I got a feeling that you're waiting for your tin of gold
Oh yeah, baby, baby, don't you know
You don't need money if you really wanna lose control
You don't need money if you really wanna lose control

Lose control

Songwriter(s): Tim Elliot Larcombe, Gabriella Cilmi, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Timothy Martin Powell, Nick Coler, Brian Thomas Higgins
Copyright: Xenomania Songs Ltd, Warner/Chappell Music Ltd, Emi Music Publishing Ltd
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