Hey, hang your red gloves up, Cos theres nothing left to prove now. Hey, hang your red gloves up, Baby, no-one cares for you. What planet are you from? Accuse me of things that I never done. Listen to you carrying on, Cheating another love song. If I were in your shoes, Id whisper before I shout. Cant you stop playing that record again, For somebody else to talk about? If I were in your shoes, Id worry of the effects. Youve had your say, But now its my turn. Sweet dreams, my L.A Ex. Weve had it on full steam, Till the life comes back to you now. Hey, is it all it seems, Is it all you dreamed and more? What planet are you from? Accuse me of things that I never done. Listen to you carrying on, Cheating another love song. If I were in your shoes, Id whisper before I shout. Cant you stop playing that record again, For somebody else to talk about? If I were in your shoes, Id worry of the effects. Youve had your say, But now its my turn. Sweet dreams, my L.A Ex. Does it make you feel a myth, According to the faith because you cared? I spelled it loud and clear, Baby, that tongues not welcome around here. You turned the city round. (L.A Ex) You think I give a damn? (L.A Ex) Do you think that Im the fairer (S.E.X?) Sweet dreams, my (L.A Ex.) [Short Instrumental] Ooooooh! If I were in your shoes, (Oooooh!) Id whisper before I shout. Cant you stop playing that record again, For somebody else to talk about? If I were in your shoes, Id worry of the effects. Youve had your say, But now its my turn. Sweet dreams, my L.A ex
Artist: Rachel Stevens
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