Letra da Música No Time de The Saints

She can be rich or she can be poor
She can be entertaining or be a bore
She can drive a mini cooper or caddilac
But I gotta tell ya baby there's no turning back

'Cause...
I got no time, I got no time
I got no time for messing around
So come on now

You can consider, you can make your stand
You can take your little lover by the hand
You can run around jump up & down
But you don't get me I won't be your clown

'Cause...
I got no time, I got no time
I got no time for messing around
Messin' around with you

Hey baby there's a brand new sound
Called people living underground
It's a story about raising hell
It's my life, babe, I know so well

But you, there ain't a thing that you can do
So come on now!

You can laugh, sugar, you can cry
You can live your life baby then you die
You can walk around with your hand in the air
But you talk like that you don't get nowhere

'Cause...
I got no time, I got no time
I got no time to be messin' around
Messin around with you

Hey baby there is a brand new sound
Called people living underground
It's a story about raising hell
I said it's my life, baby, I know so well

But you, there ain't a thing that you can do
So come on now!

You can consider you can make your stand
You can take your little lover by the hand
You can run around, jump up and down
But you don't get me I won't be your clown

'Cause...
I got no time, I got no time
I got no time to be messin' around
Messin around with you