Album: Fashion Nugget (1996)
She has writing, she has writing,
She has writing a novel.
She has writing, she has weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can not put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you are caught in your own glory.
You´re believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you have have got to write them all again.
You think she has an open book,
But you do not know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she has an open book,
But you do not know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?
You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.
But you are caught in your own glory.
You´re believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.
You think she has an open book,
But you do not know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she has an open book,
But you do not know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?
You think she has an open book,
But you do not know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
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