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