Your face is like the moment when the sexist hero traps The slippy villain with the weasel face, you don't have to speak Your expression is the truth that your words don't say And the truth won't go away
In many dark corners I have thought myself about this Did you do it out of malice Did you fall or were you kissed
Could you ask your friend in the cowboy jacket And those boots up to his knee Would he shut his mouth for me I've heard just enough
All I want to hear about pipes and drums And how little time it takes the klutz to come The golden gift of silence is I don't have to hear you speak So would you take him out yourself before I put you both back in the street
Now the story shifts and we see a young man Standing in the wings too old before his time Collecting gray hairs He's proud and he's scared and he says "I don't care" How can he be so blind so how did you corrupt him
You must have got him where it counts Now he's so numb he's ready to freeze And you're ready for the monkey house Ready for the monkey house The monkey house but you won't take meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
