Peculiarly You Songtext
von Cousteau

The way you arch your back and comb your hair
The way you only come when no one else is there
The way you look like you might know a secret
There′s not a lot I can do
It's peculiarly you
Like the patron saint of some great cause
Clothes heaped in patterns round the bedroom floor
And I ain′t come to find and I ain't trying to save you
There's not a lot I can do
It′s peculiarly you
How well I know
How well I know Oh, leaving well enough alone
Leaving well enough alone
The way you′re sacrificing light for heat
Worlds collide where others rarely meet
The way you look like you might tell a secret
There's not a lot I can do
It′s peculiarly you
How well I know
How well I know
Oh, leaving well enough alone
Leaving well enough alone