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Olivia Newton-John( Olivia Newton John )
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Sordid Lives
Who's to judge who's a saint and who's a sinner? Lord it's tough enough to trudge from brunch to dinner We seek the light of truth between our white lies And sleep away our youth under tattle-tale skies
Who's to say who's a sinner and who's a saint? Who's to say who you can love and who you can't? It's easy for the pot to call the kettle black When jealous of the hot and lusty sordid lives they lack
Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives? It's a bitch when you come to realize Crack yourself a box of Cracker Jacks You could get a really shitty prize Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives
We struggle comin' down the shoot to take our first breath Then we struggle for acceptance from birth to death But the Lord's too busy tryin' to keep the world on its feet He ain't got time to give a damn 'bout what goes on between the sheets
Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives? It's a bitch when you come to realize Crack yourself a box of Cracker Jacks You could get a really shitty prize It's a bitch sortin' out our sordid lives
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