paradise

Honey,
i wish i had your face
i wish i had your lace
i wish i had your money
honey
i wish i had your fame
i wish i had your name
i wish i had your manners
honey
sorry
there're no saints
sorry there're no saints
no saints who can save you, honey
funny
you wish it was a game
you wish it was a game
but sorry it ain't

i'm gonna strip you
i'm gonna rip you
i'm gonna fit you into my lies
gonna feel fine
heaven is a lie
so lets make a crime
it's paradise

i didn't know that when i grow up men would fight to sell their souls
that women aspire to selling bodies in the sex catalogues
i didn't know that I'd be sad about i'm not what they would buy
but i would buy to try