Undercovers
You talk so different when you're undercovers
Don't tell me who you really are
I'll be your Monday, Tuesday midnight lover
And in the morning, you can steal my car
If feels so different when your doors start closing
I'm not as lonely as before
Want you to keep me, but I'm not imposing
'Cause in the morning, you send me home
I should give this up, there's no love
In luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still
Pick up when you call
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
You love me better when we're undercovers
You hide away on Friday night
Don't introduce me to your weekend lovers
We can keep each other out of sight
I should give this up, there's no love
In luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still
Pick up when you call
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
And I'm tired of waiting for my turn
I want you to myself
You tell me I'm the best you've had
But no, that doesn't help
No
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
You love me better when we're under covers
Don't tell me who you really are
I'll be your Monday, Tuesday midnight lover
And in the morning, you can steal my car
If feels so different when your doors start closing
I'm not as lonely as before
Want you to keep me, but I'm not imposing
'Cause in the morning, you send me home
I should give this up, there's no love
In luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still
Pick up when you call
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
You love me better when we're undercovers
You hide away on Friday night
Don't introduce me to your weekend lovers
We can keep each other out of sight
I should give this up, there's no love
In luck of the draw
Think I've had enough, then I still
Pick up when you call
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
And I'm tired of waiting for my turn
I want you to myself
You tell me I'm the best you've had
But no, that doesn't help
No
I tell myself it's nothing at all
It must be normal to be bent out of shape
You know you're all that I want
But still you rip out my heart
You say you love me
But I'm not the only
You love me better when we're under covers
Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Alan Smith, Finneas Baird O'connell, Douglas Graham Schadt
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