Finders Keepers

Finders Keepers
Your life is such a mess, complaining everyday.
Never satisfied, nothing s going your way?
Your blaming your own mother
For the rain that s falling down
You are too blind to see what s going on.

You keep on talking about seizing the day
But finders keepers
Losers weepers.
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
He s laying in your arms
Crawling under your feet
But you keep on walking
Thinking he s incomplete
You preach about a living
You know nothing about
Missing the good parts
When you re busy crying out
You keep on talking about seizing the day
But finders keepers
Losers weepers.
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
Don t know what you ve got
Til your baby is gone
If you re not arround
He will be found
And then you know
You ll die alone
But finders keepers
Losers weepers.
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
Don t know what you ve got
Til your baby is gone
If you re not arround
He will be found
And then you know
You ll die alone

Keep on complaining
While you keep on talking
You re missing it all
But finders keepers
Losers weepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
Don t know what you ve got
Til your baby is gone
If you re not arround
He ll be found
And then you know
You ll die alone