Desperate Pleasures

Boston Manor

Compositor: Henry Cox

When I grow up I wanna be everything you hate
I want you to blame me, I want you to hate me
As I fix this mess you made
So listen now

When I grow up I wanna be everything you hate
I want to erase you, I want to replace you
As I make my sweet escape
I could never blame you

What goes around comes straight back around
As I hold you accountable
What goes around comes straight back around
Comes straight back around

I hate to be the one to let you down
I never felt worse than I do right now
There's a little piece of me I've found
And I don't like it (and I don't like it)

What goes around comes straight back around
As I hold you accountable
What goes around comes straight back around
Comes straight back around
I could never blame you

What goes around comes straight back around (you tear me up)
As I hold you accountable
What goes around comes straight back around (you tear me up)
Comes straight back around
I could never blame you

Oh look, I'm bleeding, that's so me 'cause I never learn
My little secret, I guess it couldn't get any worse
This addiction, guess it doesn't play by the rules

What goes around comes straight back around
What goes around comes straight back around
I could never blame you

What goes around comes straight back around (you tear me up)
As I hold you accountable
I could never blame you
What goes around comes straight back around (you tear me up)
Comes straight back around
I could never blame you

I could never blame you
I could never blame you
I could never blame you
I could never blame you

I could never blame you
I could never blame you
I could never blame you