Lyrics Mr Jo - The House of Love

Hey little girl, why do you come to me?
I don′t want to see you suffer
I don't wanna watch you decay
Hey little girl, what did your teachers say?
It′s gonna be a hot old summer
Gonna sting, gonna be a bummer
Maybe we should do a runner, oh love
Hey little boy, why do you talk that way?
It's so evil when you hate that way
You heard nothing, you can't talk that way
Hey little boy, what did your teachers stick on you?
It′s gonna be a cold winter
I hope it hurts, I hope it stays you
Here we are in the mins... oh love, oh love
Hey little girl, why do you look that way?
He′s a walrus, and his head is grey
You've got to be positive today
Hey little girl, forget what your teachers say
Understood that it′s got a tangle
You're not a storm, you′re not a bangle
You look so good from any angle, oh love
Such a stupid world
Bye, bye
Bye, bye
You shit on them