作词 : Sheik | |
I keep reading all that graffiti on your back | |
You brush over it but the paint begins to blister and crack | |
Well, I can see that she forgot to cross a T, an oversight | |
Why don't you just tell her to finish what she's started | |
And get it right | |
My script has a lighter touch | |
She leaves an impression | |
And when you find her a bit too much | |
I'm not your concession | |
Refrain: | |
Well, there are things you can't undo | |
Although your conscience needs you to | |
And if there's decency in you | |
It's barely breathin' | |
This is not your typical dysfunctional mess | |
'Cause not once ounce of guilt is coming over you | |
You won't confess | |
But your essance reeks of her | |
She's in my bed | |
And your speech is well rehearsed | |
It's not in my head | |
-Refrain- |
zuo ci : Sheik | |
I keep reading all that graffiti on your back | |
You brush over it but the paint begins to blister and crack | |
Well, I can see that she forgot to cross a T, an oversight | |
Why don' t you just tell her to finish what she' s started | |
And get it right | |
My script has a lighter touch | |
She leaves an impression | |
And when you find her a bit too much | |
I' m not your concession | |
Refrain: | |
Well, there are things you can' t undo | |
Although your conscience needs you to | |
And if there' s decency in you | |
It' s barely breathin' | |
This is not your typical dysfunctional mess | |
' Cause not once ounce of guilt is coming over you | |
You won' t confess | |
But your essance reeks of her | |
She' s in my bed | |
And your speech is well rehearsed | |
It' s not in my head | |
Refrain |
zuò cí : Sheik | |
I keep reading all that graffiti on your back | |
You brush over it but the paint begins to blister and crack | |
Well, I can see that she forgot to cross a T, an oversight | |
Why don' t you just tell her to finish what she' s started | |
And get it right | |
My script has a lighter touch | |
She leaves an impression | |
And when you find her a bit too much | |
I' m not your concession | |
Refrain: | |
Well, there are things you can' t undo | |
Although your conscience needs you to | |
And if there' s decency in you | |
It' s barely breathin' | |
This is not your typical dysfunctional mess | |
' Cause not once ounce of guilt is coming over you | |
You won' t confess | |
But your essance reeks of her | |
She' s in my bed | |
And your speech is well rehearsed | |
It' s not in my head | |
Refrain |