Texty: Iglu & Hartly. Tomorrow.

Come, come, come on, yeah, yeah.

Sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I don't like what you do,
yeaaah,
sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' you don't like what I do,
yeaaah.
(who we are tonight it might be too much yeah).

So, so, so whatcha gonna talk, whatcha gonna talk,
whatcha gonna talk about when your all alone,
theres a home in the world and your out there and nobodies at home,
now I look between the lines of what is true and what is not,
this is the price you pay when you don't believe theres a God,
yeah, yeah, yeah its usually hot,
now go the upstairs and find yourself on the rooftop,
as long as you don't mind what world you'll find.

Sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I don't like what you do,
yeaaah,
sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' you sure like what I do,
yeaaah.
(who we are tonight it might be not be too much yeah).

If we're all on the table no points to sweat,
who you thinking 'bout a hole becomes less,
feel it strike in your chest,
theres a wall outside our window please just let us sit,
we don't want no, want no trouble from you,
you said you feel scared when I'm not there,
in my hands yeah I hope they're fair,
cos' the rest of it ain't,
paint a picture of a saint with the devil in the rain,
never respect and the fact that the figure blue jeans all packed in like a new me,
but I think of sweet nothin' now,
up, down, everytime I look around, look around.

Sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I don't like what you do,
yeaaah,
sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I sure like what I do,
yeaaah.
(who we are tonight it might be not be too much yeah).

Sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I don't like what you do,
yeaaah,
sometimes I'm easy cos' of you,
cos' I sure like what I do,
yeaaah.
(who we are tonight it might be not be too much yeah)


(Thanks to Robb Roskelley for these lyrics)