You're in the habit of chasing the angels right out of your bed Into the holes in the stories you told to yourself and to them. You've got a pile of wings that justify the doubt that's in your head. They gave 'em up too easily but I'll hang onto mine instead.
Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out. Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out.
You are an expert at kicking up questions like leaves in my mind. Your definitions, your answers are twisted and hollow inside. Naïveté's a girl who waits for something she may never find. Don't know what happened, when did you become the sum of all these lies?
Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out. Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out.
Your sad agenda plays out like you wanted with those paper dolls. You take off all their beliefs, round their feet like their dresses they fall. Good girls are just a fantasy, they give in whenever you call. Then I guess I’m just make believe ‘cause that don’t work on me at all.
Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out. Can't strip me down, down, down. Figured you out, out, out.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
