Breakdown

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
 You got your mind on the money and your tears for the fame
 Oh 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
 Oh 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, breakdown
 Breakdown, breakdown
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 Yeah you got your mind on the money and your tears for the fame
 Oh 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, breakdown, breakdown
 Break down your door
 Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
 Break down your door
 Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
 Break down your door
 Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown