Taking Back Sunday - The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva lyrics

it isn´t that i do not trust you
well, i just know what you have been up to
and this dial tone is agreeing
with everything i have had in mind
and you have got your high as a
kite tricks in the bag

so as his eyes move past your shoulder
and your shades start moving in the same direction
don´t worry i, well i would not say a thing
and you can not blame a girl for (you can not blame a girl for)
stickin to what she knows...
for stickin to what she knows

hope he takes his time &
i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
i hope that when he leaves you suntil
you smell him on your sheets cuz i can, i can
hope he takes his time &
i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
i hope that when he leaves you suntil
can smell him on your sheets cuz i can, i can

if i could get to sleep then
i guess you could stop pretending
cause if i did not think you loved it
well then i´dn´t play along and
you have got your high as a (you have got your high as a)
kite tricks in the bag...
kite tricks in the bag

hope he takes his time &
i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
i hope that when he leaves you suntil
you smell him on your sheets cuz i can , i can
hope he takes his time &
i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
i hope that when he leaves you suntil
you smell him on your sheets cuz i can , i can

you are down for selling me out
while i, play dumb
it is cool cause i let you
...thought i would never catch you
you say, "we are only friends"
yea, real good friends, i bet, i bet

you are down for selling me out
while i, play dumb
it is cool cause i let you
...thought i would never catch you
you say, "we are only friends"
yea, real good friends, i bet, i bet

you are down for selling me out
while i, play dumb
it is cool cause i let you
...thought i would never catch you
you say, "we are only friends"
yea, real good friends, i bet, i bet

forget your legs around my hips
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that i kept
this is another i would not send

forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs
forget our one last kiss goodbye
forget me stakin´ out your house
forget i have got you figured out

forget your legs around my hips
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that i kept
this is another i would not send

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