Sly Songtext
von Thalia Cutrona

All, your sweet nothings
Mean nothing at all
Your sad attempts
To make me your girl
(Or you baby or your honey or your lover)

All, your sweet nothings
Are just empty words
So quit talking
More than what they′re worth
(I'm not your baby or your honey or your lover)

You cheapened the moment
Thought you were being sly
Lining my bed with roses
So you′re that type of guy


I'm not your baby or your honey or your lover
You're not my baby or my honey or my lover
I′m not your baby or your honey or your lover
You′re not my baby or my honey or my lover

You're gonna choke on what you say
You′re gonna lose at your own game
You've got to have it your own way
You know I didn′t come to play

I see through the motions
Familiar melodies
A chorus of sweet nothings
It's all the same to me

I′m not your baby or your honey or your lover
You're not my baby or my honey or my lover
I'm not your baby or your honey or your lover
You′re not my baby or my honey or my lover...