Play Dead

Stayed up till the birds came home
Played dead so i wouldn't have to talk to you
I missed you last night
I turn down my eyes before you leave so I don't seem sad

Oh, love
You nasty little thing
I don't trust it, I don't buy it
I wonder how far I could throw it
Oh, love

Stay quiet, so nobody can hear
Play loud, as to not fill up my ears with yall's love
I missed you last night
Thought of 50 ways to say it but I never did
I never did

Oh, love
You nasty little thing
I don't trust it, I don't buy it
Wonder how far I could throw it
Oh, love



Credits
Writer(s): Eva Smittle
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