Breakdown Songtext
A girl with mojo,
Daddy's sweet flame
Moulded by the rhythm of your grandmother's cane
You got all the gold that glitters you say
But it just don't wash off the same
Hallelujah was your middle name
Until you found God had a ball and a chain
So you work every room but it's always in vain
Cuz you just can't seem to catch a break
Daddy's sweet flame
Moulded by the rhythm of your grandmother's cane
You got all the gold that glitters you say
But it just don't wash off the same
Hallelujah was your middle name
Until you found God had a ball and a chain
So you work every room but it's always in vain
Cuz you just can't seem to catch a break
You got your mind on the money and your tears for
The fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
So will you die of a broken heart?
Because you could not get that showbiz engine to start
A game of subterfuge and it shows no remorse
With you right at the centre of course!
You got your mind on the money and your tears for
The fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
Breakdown, Breakdown
Yeah you got your mind on the money and your tears
For the fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
There gonna break down your door ...
Breakdown your door Breakdown your door Breakdown your door
The fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
So will you die of a broken heart?
Because you could not get that showbiz engine to start
A game of subterfuge and it shows no remorse
With you right at the centre of course!
You got your mind on the money and your tears for
The fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
Breakdown, Breakdown, Breakdown
Breakdown, Breakdown
Yeah you got your mind on the money and your tears
For the fame Aww keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna,
There gonna break down your door ...
Breakdown your door Breakdown your door Breakdown your door
