People Are Pills
Foy Vance
One, two, three
Two, two, three
Easy come and easy go
Funny how money stops conversation flow
Friends are a road I can't always follow
Embers barely hold a glow
Who would have thought a fire could become so cold?
People are pills I can't always swallow
Knowing yes but saying no
How can somebody so easily change tone?
You beg and you steal but you never borrow
