Didn't Mean A Thing
I've been spending too much time
Picking up glass pieces
Of the broken bottles that I hide
Like some kind of agent
Working in the forces
'Cause the night before this
I lost my mind
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
When we're all feeling feelings
Pointing fingers like a king
I want you to know that
I didn't mean a thing
I guess it's what it looks like
When you're feeling desperate
You can't keep it all separate like before
Painting passions with a mission
But no one seems to listen
No one seems to care anymore
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
When we're all feeling feelings
Pointing fingers like a king
I want you to know that
I didn't mean a thing
Picking up glass pieces
Of the broken bottles that I hide
Like some kind of agent
Working in the forces
'Cause the night before this
I lost my mind
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
When we're all feeling feelings
Pointing fingers like a king
I want you to know that
I didn't mean a thing
I guess it's what it looks like
When you're feeling desperate
You can't keep it all separate like before
Painting passions with a mission
But no one seems to listen
No one seems to care anymore
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
And if shame could be bottled
Well I'd sell it to the rich men
I'd sell it to the folks without a heart
And if blame could be cornered
I'd kill it real slow
Before it got to know me
It would die
When we're all feeling feelings
Pointing fingers like a king
I want you to know that
I didn't mean a thing
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Writer(s): Victoria Forsyth
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