Girls' Lips Glitter Lyrics - Singles - Bows

U.S. cool costs too much money 

And takes up all my time 

British humor isn't funny 

I'm just trying to catch your eye 

You've no idea what your looks do to me 

It doesn't even cross your mind 

You don't look like the kind to say much 

But then I'm the quiet type 

When you rise up from the gutter 

You can play your hand 

It's not enough until you've suffered 

Nobody gives a damn 

When, where you're at is all that matters 

It's all a question of your style 

A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter 

You're not the shy type 

Not much I wouldn't do for money 

Can't seem to draw the line 

But this much lust tastes sweet as honey 

And floors me every time 

You've no idea what your looks do to me 

It doesn't even cross your mind 

Then again I think it's funny 

You might be my type