It's my arms that wrap you up nice
It's my arms, it's my arms, baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately

I'll introduce you
To producers
I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter

I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old

Shock me with fear it's taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger

It's my words that fail to give insight
I blame you, blame me, baby


It suits me just fine

This is the package I'm sending
These are the clothes that I'm wearing
These are the words that I'm saying
These are the notes that they're playing

I'll introduce you to producers
I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter


And it suits me just fine

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Whisper Lyrics as written by Dryden Mitchell Tye Zamora


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    General Commenti used this one in a break up.. i dont know why
    Pharmaecopiaon August 13, 2002   Link
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    General Commenthow she didnt get confused, i dont know >:X
    Pharmaecopiaon August 13, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis is about how they were playing infront of the record big-wigs to get signed, and they wispered while they were playing. i saw it on their website
    chickenpotpieon April 30, 2004   Link
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    General CommentHow is there only three comments for this song it's
    way bad ass. Do you not have ears? come on
    sick1on April 16, 2007   Link

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