- cifra
Counting on the morning for him
To make it back, take it off
You know what he wants if he's in drag
And he's keeping the lights down
To the top he's shooting
So you better get back
He's a roar
He'll charm you till you give him a slap
That microphone hog
Audeline
I question my design
Your opinion changed my mind
Don't leave me caught up
You can look
But to touch you'll have to pay the price
Open book, but
Oh, yeah, most of the pages are wired
Straight to his arm
He dropped a coin
Guess he's got no problem sparing a dime
Not a boy, that's a man
Can't you tell by the shine
Of his black magic lounge?
Audeline
I question my design
Your opinion changed my mind
Far behind
I struggle to cast the line
Motorcycle leather alliance
Don't leave me caught up
He spends his days
With What's-Her-Face
The Seven Shades of Shaman
She's being vague
He's in that phase
I'm by your place
Audeline
I question my design
Your opinion changed my mind
Don't leave me out
