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HONEY IF THE TRUTH HURTS DON'T LOOK IT MIGHT GO AWAY
IT'S EASY TO PRETEND THAT LIFE IS A ROSY BOUQUET
I DON'T NEED A PLATTER,
I'LL TAKE IT STRAIGHT FROM THE SHELF
GIVE IT TO ME RAW,
I'LL TAKE IT HOME AND COOK IT MYSELF.

CHORUS:
BREWING UP A STORM,
BREWING UP A STORM
BREWING UP INSIDE AND HIS EYES ARE WILD
AND IT CAN'T GO ON
BREWING UP A STORM.

CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE TOUCH,
CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE CONTROL
THE DOORS ARE OPEN WIDE
AND THE WIND BLOWS A BITTER COLD
MAN HOLDS A MYSTERY SOMEONE ELSE HOLDS THE KEY
IT'S A SHAME THEY'RE THE SAME,
THE ANSWER DOESN'T HAVE TO BE.

CHORUS:
BREWING UP A STORM etc.


FIRE IN HIS EYES, IN HIS HEAD, FIRE IN HIS TOUCH
BUT I CAN'T SHOUT FIRE 'COS I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH
THE RACE IS ON THE MESSAGE IS IN YOUR SOUL
AS A THOUSAND THOUGHTS A SECOND NOW EXPLODE

CHORUS:
BREWING UP A STORM etc.

DA, DA DA DA, DA DA DA, DA DA DA DA, ................ETC.