And now it's no one's fault but yours At the foot of the house of cards You thought you'd never get obsessed You thought the wolves would be impressed And you're a sinking stone.
Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until two and two is three. Yours (yours) until the mountain crumbles to the seе In other words, until eternity. Baby, I'm yours. 'Til the stars fall from the sky Baby, I'm yours. 'Til the rivers all run dry Baby, I'm yours. 'Til the sun no longer shines Baby, I'm yours 'Til the poets run out of rhyme.
I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes That might be a surprise but it's true I'm not like you And I don't want your advice or your praise Or to move in the ways you do And I never will.