Žodžiai dainai: Taking Back Sunday. Notes From The Past. The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva.

It's not that I don't trust you
I just know what you've been up to
And this dial tone is agreeing
with everything I've had in mind
And you've got your high as a
kite tricks in the bag

So as his eyes move past your shoulders
and the shades start movin in the same direction
Don't worry, I... well I won't say a thing
And you can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows
(and you can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows)

I hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can
(I hope he takes his time and...)
I hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can

If I could get to sleep then,
I guess you could stop pretending
Cause if I didn't think you loved it
well then I wouldn't play along and
you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag
(you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag)

I hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can
(I hope he takes his time and...)
I hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves
you still smell him on your sheets
cause I can, I can

You're down for selling me out
while I played dumb,
It's cool cause I let you,
thought I'd never catch you,
You'd say "we're only friends"
yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

You're down for selling me out
while I played dumb,
It's cool cause I let you,
thought I'd never catch you,
You'd say "we're only friends"
yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

(you're down for selling me out, it's cool cuz I let you)
You're down for selling me out
while I played dumb,
It's cool cause I let you,
thought I'd never catch you,
You'd say "we're only friends"
yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

(you're down for selling me out, it's cool cuz I let you)
Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget the letters that I kept
this is another I won't send
(you're down for selling me out, it's cool cuz I let you)
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs
Forget our one last kiss goodbye
Forget me staking out your house
Forget I've 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 won't send