Letra de People Say
You've got to improve Your walk hardly moves Your holy sailors with their harbour smells Feed from your broken shellsSo that's how it feels It's a cruel God that steals The things you love, the things you hold That are priceless but still soldPeople say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babeThe jobs you cannot hold The stereo that you sold You can't have milk and drink it too Your kitchen never had any foodPeople say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babeThe clouds lie on their backs And rain on everyone But you always stay dry You've got your own private sunListen to the doctor's advice Nobody's ever been saved twice So pack your bags, your saxophone I'm gonna take you to RomePeople say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babe