Fortunes - Metric

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Tell me in the morning that you love me, show me

Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh, oh

She cracked right on the dance floor

She cracked, but I won’t

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Tell me in the morning that you miss me, show me

Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh, oh

It’s for your own good, girl

You’ve been such a good girl, such a good girl

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Stay to soften the blow

Hand over fist

To drink and to smoke

My blood from a stone

I do expect fortunes to fold

Hand over fist

To soften the blow

Blood from a stone

Seven in the morning, do you miss me, baby?

Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh, oh

It’s four on the West Coast, girl

They tell me it’s a magical world

Oh, oh, oh

It’s a sinister world

Oh, oh, oh

It’s too late to leave, too late to leave

Oh, oh, oh

It’s too late to leave, too late to leave

Oh, oh, oh

It’s too late to leave, too late to leave

Stay to soften the blow

Hand over fist

To drink and to smoke

My blood from a stone

I do expect fortunes to fold

Hand over fist

To soften the blow

Blood from a stone