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 battles Around the bedroom floor And I ain't come to find and I ain't tryn' to save you There's not a lot I can do Its peculiarly you
How well I know How well I know Oh, leaving well enough alone
The way you're sacrificing Light for heat Worlds collide When others rarely meet The way you look like you might tell a secret There's not a lot I can do
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