God Made Me Lyrics - Singles - The Sundays

Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head 

Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself 

Talks that we had are becoming a blur 

If only I could love my neighbour 

Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand 

Doing it for the exercise I forget myself 

The face thet you had is becoming a blur 

But how was I supposed to know that? 

Because God made me 

That's all they told me before 

And how about you? 

And it's off to work we go 

Now you can forget about a labour of love 

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It just won't wash anymore 

We'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad 

But how was I supposed to know that? 

Because God made me 

That's all they told me before 

And how about you? 

Because God made people 

That was the luck of the draw 

We do what we want 

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God made me 

That's what they told me before 

Who knows what they'll say today? 

Because God made me for his sins 

Imagine my eyes when I first saw 

We can do what we want 

How could I know? 

How could I know about it?