Fortune 500 - Heatmiser

Taking in the party

He put me down for awhile

100 watts of ambition

Springing off his smile

His lips looked set to kiss me

But he closed up like a fist

He’s got a fortune in charm

And makes a gift out of empty arms

But i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me

Bendng over backwards

I watched the light burn out

His excuses fell like diamonds

Brilliant, cutting, lost and found

He’s got a fortune in charm

And makes a gift out of empty arms

But i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me

(i don’t believe it)

(believe it)