| Lyrics: | cos I'm the one who knows everyone bar ber que lungs
none of you know what I'm thinking
who
on earth would believe a word that you say
your disturbed in a strange facinated way
your
disturbed, I think your disturbed
I've told you once
to switch all the lights off
you
never believe that
stay near the windowthe window
phone me at 3 or 4
close the door
(1, 2, 3, 4)
phone me at 3 or 4
time for the math test
I come over to you, at your
chair you face up
I reply politely stare back
back
I'm so backward
I almost
forgot
why I'm sitting |
