Tin Soldier lyrics

There`s such a lot of good ways to be bad
And so many bad ways to be good
And they might rent it
I hate to tell them
`Sorry, but I haven`t got the money anymore
Just for the day I thought I`d leave love alone
Hold hands with day
And if I`m so bad why don`t they take me away
Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear
That`s the sea in the trees in the morning
And on the universal
Good morning, Steve
Well you won`t believe me today
Working doesn`t seem to be the perfect thing for me
So I continue to play
And if I`m so bad why don`t they take me away
Well a hippy-trippy name dropper came through my door
He said, I just bumped into Mick, he told me You know where to score.
No not me friend
I mind my own and my own minds me
Well my love is at the foot of your hand
Come what may
But if June comes first, please won`t you take me away