When you say that it's for her own good,
Well that makes no sense at all.
Bit my tongue and gave you my word,
But I just keep seeing her.
So tell me Sir am I a dirty secret?
I'm not made of dirt, it's just my own complexion and it won't ware off no matter how hard you scrub.
You know thinks the world of me 'cause she sees through the surface.
When you say that it's for her own good,
Well that makes no sense at all.
Bit my tongue and gave you my word,
But I just keep seeing her.
All you know is what they told you,
And it's no good 'cause the world moved on without you.
Now everyone knows that it's the soul that counts.
And when two souls meet nothing and no one else matters.
Open your eyes before you're out of time.
Artist: Margaret Whiting
Artist: Kirko Bangz
Artist: To Rococo Rot