Sugar - Fickle Friends

Hate me, feels like we’re in a boxing ring

And my money’s on you to win

Maybe I’m (ah-ah)

Maybe you’re bitter, maybe I am just too sweet

Level with me, baby

(Ah, hey)

The taste of your love is more than I can handle

The words that you say mean nothing by tomorrow

And you don’t, and you don’t, no you don’t know you’re sugar

When I say you’re a sugar rush

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh)

Save me, such a fool for your vanity

And you’re too fond of your face (face, face, face)

Maybe I’m (ah-ah)

Maybe you’re different, maybe I don’t have the cheek

Level with me, baby

How are you getting what you want?

How can I know, how can I know?

(Hey)

The taste of your love is more than I can handle

The words that you say mean nothing by tomorrow

And you don’t, and you don’t, no you don’t know you’re sugar

When I say you’re a sugar rush (rush, rush, rush)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh)

I am one with your agony

You do love like you’re on TV

Leave me out like your family

When was the last time that you were happy?

I am one with your agony

You do love like you’re on TV

Leave me out like your family

When was the last time that you were happy?

(Ah, hey)

The taste of your love is more than I can handle

The words that you say mean nothing by tomorrow

And you don’t, and you don’t know, you don’t know you’re sugar

When I say you’re a sugar rush

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh)

Sugar rush

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh)