Tekster:
Casualities

Oh I wanna be your casual agent I wanna be your casual agent Casual agent moving by the sand Cosmetic Betty stealing from the skull Madonna dollar

Take this down, turn it around I am water underneath a bridge So, what do I know? Getting here must be a privilege Do say something meaningful If at

Everybody hearing the sound of my voice Raise your hands and believe in love If you believe I need you to believe in love right now Raise your hands

Feeling the past moving in Letting a new day begin Hold to the time that you know You don't have to move on to let go Add to the memory you keep Remember

There must be another way When she's gone to a better place And loneliness will hurt you If you can't get through the night Then the moment starts to

Don't stop, baby, let the rhythm take your body Don't stop, baby, let the music take your soul Don't stop, baby, let the rhythm take your body Don't stop

I know you've had enough But now it's time to listen up You say you got it rough But you're keeping your anger bottled up Our love is so unique We never

When the night falls, oh, yeah You can tell her about the way that you feel Make your way 'cross, oh, yeah And just hope that she remembers you still

You're a hot mess You act like you've got nothing to lose But I've already lost my temper I put my lovin' on the line for you, lady But my spirit's were