Girls Lips Glitter — текст песни (Bows)

Us cool costs too much money

And takes up all my time

British humour isnt funny

Im just trying to catch your eye



Youve no idea what your looks do to me

It doesnt even cross your mind

You dont look like the kind to say much

But then Im the quiet type



When you rise up from the gutter

You can play your hand

Its not enough until youve suffered

Nobody gives a damn



When where youre at is all that matters

Its all a question of your style

A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter

Youre not the shy type



Not much I wouldnt do for money

Cant seem to draw the line

But this much lust tastes sweet as honey

And floors me every time



Youve no idea what your looks do to me

It doesnt even cross your mind

Then again I think its funny

You might be my type