There is nothing that competes with habit
And I know it's neither deep nor tragic
It's simply that you have to have it

[Chorus]
So you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing

I wish I was both young and stupid
Then I too could have the fun that you did
Till it was time to pony up what you bid

[Chorus]

I could follow you and search the rubble
Or stay right here and save myself some trouble
Or try to keep myself from seeing double

Or I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing
Oh I could make a killing
Yeah I could make a killing
I could make a killing

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Aimee Mann