Instant

Won’t you tell me please, oh what’s your hurry?
We know you’re the life of the party
I like to put you on like I wear my clothes
Take a one-year pill with no weight to pull
I like your hair — I love the way that you dress
It’s money, muscle, booze and ah — tenderness.
So won’t you tell me please, oh what’s your hurry?
We know you’re the life of the party
Hey — what’s your hurry? She won’t neglect you…
Got no time for truth, no patience for lies
Ain’t no time to doubts that lay deep inside
You won’t force your time, you even pretend
Not aware of pay for things that you said
You’re past your golden age, your time is so short
Minimum’s the wage, it’s all you can get
Rug from under goes and still you go on
Face in the mirror and it’s you all alone
Hey — what’s your hurry?
He won’t neglect you
You’re the life of the party
She won’t neglect you
Now you’re running on your own — UH HUH
Just can’t take now I feel like crying
Rug from under goes to hell from trying
Gone and dashed your dreams the night just before
Cover up and say that you love him more
Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story that’s so purposely thin
Family and friends give silent glances
Why won’t they just say it, you long to tell them?
Hey, what’s the hurry?
He won’t neglect you
You’re not happy though you breathe the same air
What is justice, now where is it fair?
Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story that’s so purposely thin
Rug from under goes and still you go on Face in the mirror and it’s you all
alone
Go to work with bruises blue on your skin
Tell the story ‘cause the blame the victim.
You’re the life of the party
He won’t neglect you…
Now you’re running on your own — UH HUH