Jesca Hoop - Hospital (Win Your Love) lyrics

rate me

Just my luck

Today’s the day

Man, that hurt

Its worth the pain

There’s a new queen in this house

She’s plastered up

Behold the sight

Just look up

Fluorescent light

Have i gone to heaven or to hospital

Im dreamin of the hospital

Im dreamin of mom and dad

Look at me like they did back when

I’m born again

Daddy’s girl and Mama’s princess

Sister Jen

She doesn’t exist till when

I need something

She’ll bring me ice creams, I’m in hospital

I’m dreamin’ of the hospital

I’m dreamin’ of the date with the doctor is a golden ticket

I want your attention now I’m gonna get it uh huh

And now come on you cunt come come on and hit me

There’s no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn’t get me uh nuh huh

And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love

You can work on your bedside manner

And you can kiss it till it gets better

And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

Ohhh my old friends

I’m voting you out or in

You envy me

I walk the red carpet to my cast signin’

A crayon or a marker pen

And all of the It girls ask me what it’s like in hospital

I’m dreamin’ of the hospital

I’m dreamin’ of the hospital

Its dreamy

and the date with the doctor is a golden ticket

I want your attention now I’m gonna get it uh huh

And now come on you cunt come come on and hit me

There’s no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn’t get me

And there’s nothing like a broken arm

To win your love

There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love

You can work on your bedside manner

And you can make me feel like i matter

And there’s nothing like a broken arm

To win your love

There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love

Oh now

You can work on your bedside manner

And you can kiss it till it gets better

Ad there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

I got five weeks, 41 days, 1000 glorious hours

To wave my arm and get what I want with my new found powers

But this is not a fairytale with a happy ending

When the clock strikes twelve will I ever find your love again

And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love

And You can work on your bedside manner

Can make me feel like I matter

And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love