Happy Mondays - W.F.L. lyrics

I wrote for luck they sent me you
I sent for juice you give me poision
I hold the line you form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read i just guess
There's more than one sign
But, it's getting less and you were wet
But, you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever

And I wrote for luck and they sent me you
And I sent for juice you give me poision
I hold the line you form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet but, you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever and when it's hot
You start to melt
'Cos you're not made of jean
You're made of chocolate and when it's cold
You tend to crack you keep on piling out
Not puttin' back