Slum Love - Kimbra

Work, work work work, work work work

It’s all about

Work, work work work, work work work

It’s all about (slum love)

Work, work work work, work work work

It’s all about (slum love)

Work, work work work, work work work

Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire

But I could use a break

You’ve had me pumpin' iron

Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day

Baby, shackles on my ankles

And ropes 'round my hands

This ain’t some kind of game

Cause, you’re too tired for that

Why do I have to always pick up the pieces of your heart, yeah (Hey!)

Why do you always have to be so derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)

My friends all think we are in love, reading horoscopes like they were gospel

We’re living in the first world, but you can make a third world girl out of me

Slum love

Some kind of slum love

Some kind of slum love

Some kind of slum love

(Whoa!)

I never wanted a Utopia

Or a rise in demise

It’s like I’m walking the wire

You keep feeding the fire with your doubts about fidelity

You’re a little bit older

But that don’t mean a thing

We still bicker like children

Then wake up and do it all again

Why do I always have to be like the heroine or the rescuer?

Why do I always fall for you when you’re making breakfast or driving my car?

They promised us the world, they told us we’d find a love unconditional

Maybe I should just count my lucky stars and be glad I have someone

When I shout, you’ve learned to scream (Ah!)

Toxic passion, then epiphany oh!

Slum love

Some kind of slum love

Some kind of slum love

Some kind of slum love

Okay!