Your Life In the City
What a fragile existence predetermined for a man like you
And are there any questions?
The siren blares out
Just for a man like you
What a well-rounded man, like the well-rounded man you are
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance without biting your lip
As a sign of conviction
Like the well rounded man you are
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie without crossing your fingers
A real signification
Your life in the city
Your life in the city
Your life in the city has been a lie
Your life in the city
Just for a man like you
What a well-rounded man, like the well-rounded man you are
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance without biting your lip
As a sign of conviction
Like the well rounded man you are
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie without crossing your fingers
A real signification
Your life in the city has been a lie
Your life in the city has been a lie
There's blood flowing freely from my lips
There's oil running down my body
Your honey stuck between my legs
All there's left are my tears that you provoked
And are there any questions?
The siren blares out
Just for a man like you
What a well-rounded man, like the well-rounded man you are
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance without biting your lip
As a sign of conviction
Like the well rounded man you are
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie without crossing your fingers
A real signification
Your life in the city
Your life in the city
Your life in the city has been a lie
Your life in the city
Just for a man like you
What a well-rounded man, like the well-rounded man you are
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance
You never dance without biting your lip
As a sign of conviction
Like the well rounded man you are
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie
You never lie without crossing your fingers
A real signification
Your life in the city has been a lie
Your life in the city has been a lie
There's blood flowing freely from my lips
There's oil running down my body
Your honey stuck between my legs
All there's left are my tears that you provoked
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Petsola
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