Pulling The Rug

Good life came callin', I fell under its spell and kept fallin' Great night, so fittin', I sat into your lap and stayed sittin' Oh your smile seemed willin', You hid behind your porcelain fillin' Oh big lights, so pretty, Got swept away by lies it's a pity I'll write you a story, But knowin' you you'll take all the glory Oh fat cats got lazy, The truth behind the cream it got hazy So now you're pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me, Pullin' the rug from under me But I won't let you get me down, Gonna spin you upside down 'till you don't know your head from your tail I got a way, I got a will, God I'm never standin' still Long enough for you to pin a win or fail Time is tickin' by, my life is flyin' high But you, you, you, you and I have ended our days of dreamin' Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me, Pullin' the rug from under me Yes you were, Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me, Pullin' the rug from under me But I won't let you get me down, Gonna spin you upside down 'till you don't know your head from your tail I got a way, I got a will, God I'm never standin' still Long enough for you to pin a win or fail Oh pullin' the rug yeah Pullin' the rug from under me Puttin' a gun in front of me, Pullin' the rug from under me --- Pulling the Rug - Imelda May