Cruel Intentions

i read my fortunes face down
& she�s the patron saint of selling out
spitting our secrets off chimney tops
i for one keep my mouth locked up
am i going crazy is she dancing with me
sleeping on the pavement
with her make-up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you
you don�t know who you are
my minutes are picking up the pieces
tonights slipping through her fingertips
it�s too soon to make the moves
but never too soon to make the news
we�re a safe bet
but over stretched
spent torn buttons from empty pockets
i�ll paint your best dress
young baby blues to restless ruby reds
am i going crazy is she dancing with me
sleeping on the pavement
with her make-up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you
you don�t know who you are
this teenage romance is an open casket
more than room for two
there�s room to move
just a tad too dramatic
a tad too nostalgic
to handle the truth
am i going crazy is she dancing with me
sleeping on the pavement
with her make-up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you
you don�t know who you are
am i going crazy is she dancing with me
sleeping on the pavement
with her make-up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you
you don�t know who you are