Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
The way she walks is scripted and taught
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
You can see by her hands that she's been
There before,
She lift up her glass as if to bring
Down the mass
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Climbing the stairs as if to follow her prayers
Her golden laced boots may stop you
Right there.
Hand on your arm as she greets
All your friends,
Then with a twist of lime it seems a bitter end
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
The girl with many different strategies
Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees
She's in the one by the riverbank so it's easier
For her to drown you.
And she claims,
Oh she claims...
It's only the truth she holds in her hands
It's only the truth she holds in her hands
