The A Team lyrics

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burned lungs, sour taste

Lights’s gone, day’s end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

[CHORUS]

And they say

She’s in the class A team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we’re just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t wanna go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

Or sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

[CHORUS] x2

• Artist:Nina Nesbitt
• Album:Cover