Текст песни The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva

i just know what you've been up to

and this dial tone is agreeing with everything i've had in mind.

and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.

so as his eyes move down past your shoulders

and the shades start moving in the same direction

don't worry, i won't say a thing.

you can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows.

i hope he takes his time

and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight

and i hope that when he leaves,

you still smell him on your sheets

because i can, i can.

i hope he takes his time

and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight

and i hope that when he leaves,

you still smell him on your sheets

because i can, i can.

if i could get to sleep

then, i guess you could stop pretending.

because if i didnt think you loved him

well then i would lay alone

and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.

i hope he takes his time

and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight

and i hope that when he leaves,

you still smell him on your sheets

because i can, i can.

i hope he takes his time

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and i hope that when he leaves,

you still smell him on your sheets

because i can, i can.

you're down for selling me out

while i play dumb,

but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,

you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

you're down for selling me out

while i play dumb,

but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,

you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

you're down for selling me out

while i play dumb,

but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,

you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

forget your legs around my hips.

forget your hands pressed on my back.

forget all the letters that i kept.

this is another i won't send.

forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs.

forget our one last kiss goodbye.

forget me staking out your house.

forget ive got you figured out.

forget your legs around my hips.

forget your hands pressed on my back.

forget all the letters that i kept.

this is another i won't send

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