Songtekst wedstrijd, Lucylot: Opdracht 3: Too late, too bad.
After all this time of insulting me,
you try to show me your eyes of an angel.
Used to be laughing at my outside, mocking at my inside,
but I'm so sweet, I would forgive, right?
You expect me to be as easy going
as every other man you once hunted.
But a glass of beer, won't let you keep me here.
So let me make this one thing clear,
because it's...
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
So you call me, crying in the middle of the night
because you think it's time we should talk.
You say you love me like a brother, and you don't want any other.
But I don't listen to your twaddle, find someone else to bother.
Dear girl, there was a time I was screaming for your love
but you were after prettier fish in the ocean.
Well that's fine with me, you go on hunt in that sea.
But you won't get me back so easily.
You just came...
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
So, go and
scratch the paint of your walls.
Cry red dust and scream out loud.
Beg to me.
But I won't answer any calls.
Your butterfly won't ever come out.
Can't you see,
that now it's
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
Too late, too bad,
although I still preserve the kisses you blew.
I'm sure I'll regret
and I'd left you there crying if I wasn't still
loving you.
you try to show me your eyes of an angel.
Used to be laughing at my outside, mocking at my inside,
but I'm so sweet, I would forgive, right?
You expect me to be as easy going
as every other man you once hunted.
But a glass of beer, won't let you keep me here.
So let me make this one thing clear,
because it's...
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
So you call me, crying in the middle of the night
because you think it's time we should talk.
You say you love me like a brother, and you don't want any other.
But I don't listen to your twaddle, find someone else to bother.
Dear girl, there was a time I was screaming for your love
but you were after prettier fish in the ocean.
Well that's fine with me, you go on hunt in that sea.
But you won't get me back so easily.
You just came...
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
So, go and
scratch the paint of your walls.
Cry red dust and scream out loud.
Beg to me.
But I won't answer any calls.
Your butterfly won't ever come out.
Can't you see,
that now it's
Too late, too bad.
Your chances weren't infinite.
Pity, so sad.
You just didn't use your wit a bit.
Kicking at my love for you, but expecting me to see it through?
Indeed, a while ago I'd forgive and forget,
but now you're too late and that's really just too bad.
Too late, too bad,
although I still preserve the kisses you blew.
I'm sure I'll regret
and I'd left you there crying if I wasn't still
loving you.
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