None - House Music

You always come to the parties

Too bad the feathers are for the birds

On your knees

I will not let you grieve

I want your picture but not your words

You know the wanting, but there’s no verse

On your own

But you can not' call it your home

We always run our heads too much

We know the reasons, but such and such

On your own

You will not let your arm go

We run our fingers together

You know it’s easy the devil’s plan

On your own

You can not call me your heart

Jack of all trades

Master of none

Cry all the time

Cause i’m not having fun

You always want to be forgiven

The devil loves what you ask of him

All your needs

But you can not;

you will not agree