Personal Diary
There's no better time to make my own stunt
But it's a lot to ask
Drowning into the big talk is an understatement
It fills the heart and empties the glass
There's a plot that foments
Now which one is the confident?
We both knows, the night is open to the truth
But the day, what can we put into our tooth?
Let me talk straight to your personal diary
I won't run out of rhymes to tell him what I see
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
I can't get rid of your heart beating on my doorstep
I'm treading softly towards that, sweeping my own footsteps
A squirrel and a bat under the same tree
Entwined like fairytale and tragedy
Let me talk straight to your personal diary
I won't run out of rhymes to tell him what I see
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
But it's a lot to ask
Drowning into the big talk is an understatement
It fills the heart and empties the glass
There's a plot that foments
Now which one is the confident?
We both knows, the night is open to the truth
But the day, what can we put into our tooth?
Let me talk straight to your personal diary
I won't run out of rhymes to tell him what I see
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
I can't get rid of your heart beating on my doorstep
I'm treading softly towards that, sweeping my own footsteps
A squirrel and a bat under the same tree
Entwined like fairytale and tragedy
Let me talk straight to your personal diary
I won't run out of rhymes to tell him what I see
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
You got the eyes, you got the body
You got the soul, you got the funny
You got the style, a sort of witchery
You got the lips, you got the belly
You got the wisdom, you got the crazy
And I want it all
Credits
Writer(s): Loig Nguyen
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