Saturday night burns a redness on my face I tasted you, you tasted me, you were never my taste Now left alone with precious thoughts Of half past half an hour stops And talk so small I can't remember ever saying a word Laced with thick naivette Firm delusions can't be swayed Tell yourself you're happy We both know the truth It's false behind the dirty talk, the dirty sheets, the sexy walk Your eyes are closed, your heart is open wide and that's no good There is somethin' up my sleeve There is nothin' in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you let it be The thought that counts is countin' down the minutes till I leave When I do you'll be lookin' for security in words Though you know that you won't get it for the better, for the worse There is somethin' up my sleeve There is nothin' in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon I apologize for me Then I'm back in a couple weeks I'm too weak to help it Don't know how to end it Yea, I apologize for me Yea, yea, yea There is somethin' up my sleeve There is nothin' in between You and me that you can't see Don't beg my pardon There is somethin' up my sleeve There is nothin' in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon © LESS THAN ZERO MUSIC; FAKE AND JADED MUSIC; SOUTHFIELD ROAD MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com