paroles de chanson Twenty-Four Seven - Carl Schonbeck

Baby I'm too occupied
Working till I'm nearly cross-eyed
Twenty-four seven demands on my time
I'm on call 365 days
The sweet things will have to wait
I've got too much on my plate

Lately I'm feeling the strain
Same old song again and again
Twenty-four seven playing the game
Weekend exists only in name
Everything is not enough
Stop the carousel wanna get off

I'm in I can't get out
Take it on the chin and close my mouth
Free time packed up and headed south
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven
As soon as this is through
We're gonna get away
A warm place just for two
And I'm gonna be loving you
Twenty-four seven yeah

Baby I'm past overtime
For a dollar life stopped on a dime
I won't ask what you doing tonight
We both know I'll be too tired
Burning candles at separate ends
Not seeing the dividends

I'm in I can't get out
Take it on the chin and close my mouth
Free time packed up and headed south
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven ain't enough
Twenty-four seven
As soon as this is through
We're gonna get away
A warm place just for two
And I'm gonna be loving you
Twenty-four seven yeah

Baby I'm feeling the strain
Same old song again and again
Twenty-four seven playing the game
Weekend exists only in name
Everything is not enough
Stop the carousel wanna get off
Everything is not enough
Stop the carousel wanna get off
Yeah yeah