Better Things to Do Songtext
von Absolute Losers

You′ve been running for quite some time
You'd think by now you could make up your mind Do you have an answer my little dancer?
Tripped on my shoes trying to run a little faster You got me going a 100 miles an hour
Then I started thinking when you started whinging
That I′ve got better things to do
Than spend my time growing tired with you I'd rather spend my days trying to get out Because this young heart's grown cold
Anything is better than sitting here with you Anything at all
I′ve got better things to do
Than spend my time growing tired with you I′d rather spend my days trying to get out Because this young heart's grown cold