I'm a quarter shinin' in the gutter
You can't pick me up without getting your hands dirty
You're the lesson I took too long to learn
By the time I did I couldn't fix your past mistakes
I guess I gotta live with them
(Oh)
Ooh ooh
You've been hurtin' me for too long
And every rose has its thorns
Everybody hates that song
Didn't want you 'till you were gone
And now you're back and I'm wishing I could be alone
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
I'm the clock you would wind up every hour
I'd give you the time if you can keep my hands moving
On the pier you took too long to burn
You wanted dust and not something burned of course
Chilling with the smoked out clothes
(Oh)
Ooh ooh
You've been hurtin' me for too long
And every rose has its thorns
Everybody hates that song
Didn't want you 'till you were gone
And now you're back and I'm wishing I could be alone
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ohh
(Ooh ohh)
Ooh ooh
You've been hurtin' me for too long
And every rose has its thorns
Everybody hates that song
Didn't want you 'till you were gone
And now you're back and I'm wishing I could be alone
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh