When it comes to late hours like these I think 'bout all the wrong I do, I do to you Still you treat me like an, an angel heaven sent You're a victim of my, my dirty deeds Even though I know, how nerve-wrecking it must be for you Even though I know, how frustrating it must be for you I don't know what makes me that I can get away I don't know what makes me that I can get away 'Cause I do almost every time ... I do As their hopes grow higher, higher and higher My rope round their necks sqeezes, tight and tighter I treat them like they're the cutest thing I've crossed upon After all they'd only be, be has-beens Even though I know, how nerve-wrecking it must be for you Even though I know, how frustrating it must be for you I don't know what makes me that I can get away I don't know what makes me that I can get away 'Cause I do almost every time ... I do I ignore you and it tares you Your eyes glare and your blood shoots up to your head It's dreadfully low of me to have had you so miss lead I know it ain't no good to do But I do it anyway I don't know what makes me that I can get away I don't know what makes me that I can get away I don't know what makes me that I can get away 'Cause I do almost every time ... I get away with it!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
