Alex Who? - Twisted

Текст песни

So, you think you found yourself another mister right
The perfect guy to keep you warm at night
But what you don't know is he got one on the side
For every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday night
You don't know it and it's such a shame
That by Friday he's forgotten all their names
He's never lying when he says he's working late
He's working hard to get those dresses off his dates

But you can dry your eyes my love
Darling, you're not to blame
'Cause, in the end, they arе all the same, all the samе

Oh, why must it be this way?
Can't believe anything they say
When nobody shows their face
In this twisted little game we play
Why must it be this way?
In the end, it's a cruel charade
It's our own hearts that we betray
In this twisted little game we play

So, you think you found yourself an angel in disguise
You swear you see it when you look into her eyes
But the truth is that you're blind to all her lies
You really think that all she wants is a nice guy
I'm not saying that that's not completely true
But what you don't know is that she's got a few
You're one of many, yeah I hate to break the news
But tell me where you think she got those Jimmy Choo's?
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But you can dry your eyes my love
Darling, you're not to blame
'Cause, in the end, they are all the same, all the same

Oh, why must it be this way?
Can't believe anything they say
When nobody shows their face
In this twisted little game we play
Why must it be this way?
In the end, it's a cruel charade
It's our own hearts that we betray
In this twisted little game we play

Everyone's so damn fake
Everyone's so afraid
So don't let them change your way

Oh, why must it be this way?
Can't believe anything they say
When nobody shows their face
In this twisted little game we play
Why must it be this way?
In the end, it's a cruel charade
It's our own hearts that we betray
In this twisted little game we play
Oh, why must it be this way?
Can't believe anything they say
When nobody shows their face
In this twisted little game we play
Why must it be this way?
In the end, it's a cruel charade
It's our own hearts that we betray
In this twisted little game we play