Lyrics
Some like to shift the same, it s slow death by candlelight, some like to fly high
Some like to fly high, once that flame don t burn so bright, don t wanna share the cream
Don t wanna share the cream, don t wanna stray too far Mama, don t wanna share the cream
But they ain t foolin me, some like a ball and chain, it s slow death by candlelight
Once that flame don t burn so bright, love the things they once hated, pretend they re still in command
Some like to fly high, it s slow death by candlelight Mama, woo s mama waiting on that corner
Would hold the poor to blame, love the things they once hated, woo s mama but you don t get me
Some like to shift the same, and never feel guilty
Woo s mama waiting on that corner, don t wanna stray too far Sé, woo s mama but you don t get me
and never feel guilty
some like to fly high
Woo s mama waiting on that corner, but they ain t foolin me, once that flame don t burn so bright
But they ain t foolin me, pretend they re still in command, woo s mama waiting on that corner
Woo s mama waiting on that corner, some like to fly high, love the things they once hated
Some like to shift the same, and never feel guilty, it s slow death by candlelight
Woo s mama but you don t get me, some have joined the ranks
Don t wanna stray too far, don t wanna share the cream Woo, some like to shift the same
They wanna reach the stars, woo s mama but you don t get me Sé, woo s mama waiting on that corner
Love the things they once hated, woo s mama waiting on that corner
Don t wanna share the cream, once that flame don t burn so bright, they wanna reach the stars
would hold the poor to blame
Some like to fly high, woo s mama waiting on that corner
would hold the poor to blame
They wanna reach the stars, some like to fly high
Don t wanna stray too far, would hold the poor to blame
Woo s mama waiting on that corner, woo s mama but you don t get me
Some like a ball and chain, once that flame don t burn so bright
Don t wanna share the cream, don t wanna stray too far Sé, some like to shift the same
It s slow death by candlelight, woo s mama waiting on that corner, some like to fly high
Woo s mama but you don t get me, some have joined the ranks, some like to fly high
Pretend they re still in command, some like to fly high, once that flame don t burn so bright
some like to shift the same
Pretend they re still in command, woo s mama but you don t get me Sé, they wanna reach the stars
some like to shift the same