Miss Messenger - Bleach Blonde

Your entire life is a fetish

You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics

And it’s my fault;

and I gotta get it right (So get it right)

Tracing down the back roads of this city

I’m tired, giving in to what has been

A weekend of victimless crime

This harmless messenger whispers in my ear that it’s time

(Pre)

So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right

'til you walked in

I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…

Spilling my guts

Would you like to know more?

I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak

You’re naked on the floor

Falling down this staircase so effortlessly

I’ve gotta make an exit, like my entrance

So convincing that I’m fine

(Pre)

So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right

Until you walked in

I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…

Spilling my guts

Would you like to know more?

I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak

You’re naked on the floor

(Bridge)

These flashy girls, they got so much time on their hands

It’s hard to keep up

The East Village would dry up

If the trust funds could expire

Your entire life is a fetish

You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics

And it’s my fault;

and I gotta get it right (So get it right)

Spilling my guts

Would you like to know more?

I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak

You’re naked on the floor

Never once did I believe that you weren’t worth it

But I never thought of consequences

You start your fires.

Why won’t you let me see

Your red and deepest, darkest desires?

I’ll keep them secret