George Songtext
von Headless Chickens
George Songtext
You know you don′t love me, but you still wanna touch me
I feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me, emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
Want the truth and nothing but the whole truth
Say I'm nervous, but I′m looking for the real proof
Found the photo and the little piece of paper
Without a name, but that will come later
It would seem that you're no good at deceit
It would appear that you lie and you cheat
Wanna shriek to the being in the corner
Wanna howl 'cause it feels like torture
Spare me your weak apologies
I don′t care for the way they make me bleed
Can′t find a reason and you won't explain
You′ll be sorry if it happens again
Let's make a deal, or I′ll hurt you, you know
Beat a path to my door, why, why, why?
Say all the things you said before, why, why?
Tell me this gospel according to you
You know you don't love me, but you still wanna touch me
I feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me, emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
You know you don′t love me, but you still wanna touch me
Feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
Let's make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
You haven′t a notion, and you haven′t a clue
You have to know that I don't trust you
Now I know too well your ways
Now I know I′ll always pay
So I'll sit in my room, not daring to move
Never raising my voice and thinking of you
And I′ll try to imagine that we never met
Try to pretend and I'll try to forget
Let′s make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
Beat a path to my door, why, why, why?
Say all the things you said before, why, why?
Tell me this gospel according to you
Let's make a deal, or I′ll hurt you, you know
Let′s make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
I feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me, emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
Want the truth and nothing but the whole truth
Say I'm nervous, but I′m looking for the real proof
Found the photo and the little piece of paper
Without a name, but that will come later
It would seem that you're no good at deceit
It would appear that you lie and you cheat
Wanna shriek to the being in the corner
Wanna howl 'cause it feels like torture
Spare me your weak apologies
I don′t care for the way they make me bleed
Can′t find a reason and you won't explain
You′ll be sorry if it happens again
Let's make a deal, or I′ll hurt you, you know
Beat a path to my door, why, why, why?
Say all the things you said before, why, why?
Tell me this gospel according to you
You know you don't love me, but you still wanna touch me
I feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me, emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
You know you don′t love me, but you still wanna touch me
Feel my body well, it makes me feel ugly
Wanna use me emotionally abuse me
Show the rope and dangle it above me
Let's make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
You haven′t a notion, and you haven′t a clue
You have to know that I don't trust you
Now I know too well your ways
Now I know I′ll always pay
So I'll sit in my room, not daring to move
Never raising my voice and thinking of you
And I′ll try to imagine that we never met
Try to pretend and I'll try to forget
Let′s make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
Beat a path to my door, why, why, why?
Say all the things you said before, why, why?
Tell me this gospel according to you
Let's make a deal, or I′ll hurt you, you know
Let′s make a deal, or I'll hurt you, you know
Writer(s): Fiona Maude Mcdonald, Christopher Stephen Matthews, Michael David Lawry, Grant Carlisle Fell, Bevan Patrick Sweeney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

