Pop

Say what you want to say Doesn't matter to me today Love feels like a pop song The hunter he stalks his prey in sight Looking for what I feel tonight He treats his love like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song Television preachers they teach of the fire And the piles of money growing higher and higher Treating the Divine like a pop song Say what you want to say Doesn't matter to me today Love feels like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song Na na na It feels like a pop song