Four To The Floor

It was warm when we met
She said 'boy you'd regret it
Should you ever leave my side'

It was cold when I split
My heart had turned to shit
And I was having 'that' trouble with my mind

I said 'girl I'll call you tomorrow'
She said 'yeah, you & Benecio del Toro'

But you're such a lucky girl
To have been a part of my sick world
And I leave with no sickness or sorrow

But ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours
ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours
You're four to the floor

Well I thought if I stayed then
We'd both get waylaid
And our hearts & hopes would swallow us whole

Yeah they may mock & joke
But they could never call us nervous folk
Not for the way we chose go on

Cos girl we could beg, steal & borrow
And drink like our legs have gone hollow

And I'm such a lucky man
To've been the one to understand
I leave with no sickness or sorrow