From Santa Barbara

How'd you get so good
At pulling off this dress?
You really fooled me now
And how'd you get so good
At pulling off distress?
You nearly ruled me now

And every time you turned up to seduce me
I was your soft-amusement arcade
And every time you came 'round to reduce me
I shriveled in your shadow's shade
Now I'm wondering...

How'd you get so good...

With sour breath
You said that you'd forgive me
And I thanked you for your self-control
And then you left your twisted chaos with me
I can't believe I dug that hole
I keep thinking 'bout

How'd you get so good...

So I made my way away from Santa Barbara
Baby steps can seem a thousand miles
When you've gone
That far down
It gets you thinking
That it's you... you...
When it's never ever really been you...

How'd you get so good...

How'd you get so good...

You nearly ruled me
You really fooled me
You nearly ruled me now...



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Gailiunas, Steve Monteith
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