I was afraid you'd tell them my stories
Heartbreaks, diseases, nightmares, calories
Your breath is like a draft, I might catch a cold
I'm not sure if it is or is not your fault.
I was afraid you'd show them my bloopers
Bad hair day pictures, moments of stupor.
I close my eyes and I drown in the sounds
You ask questions but I'm dumb. You look gorgeous but I'm blind.
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All the women with velvet voices
All the women with cotton eyes
So calm and quiet but their cheeks turn magenta
When undertone becomes innuendo
When undertone becomes innuendo
People around are so cool and so single
How come we found our true love in the mirror?
Upload our own ways, superficially diverse...
Circumstances of insuperable force...
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All the men with satin hair
All the men with silky smiles
Loosen their ties and lose course of agenda
When undertone becomes innuendo
When undertone becomes innuendo