- 1 -
Well your body's like a temple but your mind is like a sewer.
Straight out in the open, go and treat me like your whore.
Say you got no money but you're anything but poor.
Take me for a ride - got your foot to the floor.
And you slip out in the cloak of night.
Won't ever let me know where you're gonna go.
Slip out in the cloak of night.
Got troubles in my head, can't keep you in my bed.
Treat me like your lover but then say I'm just your friend.
Got me swallowing my pride, it's so hard to pretend.
Promises you make only made to be broken.
Words that turn to lies before they are spoken.
- BRIDGE -
You've made a tight noose, got no excuse.
We're a small town, rumours get round.
Lost your own head. Made you're own bed.
We're a small town rumours get round.
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