Your a woman so you don't have to ask
Modern woman, you won't be set back
My heart is wooden, at least my hearts intact
Your a woman, and you don't have to, have to ask
Was it something that formed when I touched down?
Was it something I said that sent you prowling?
Was it something I learned from old Sengzhao?
It's a callus that forms that keeps me hiding when the teardrops start
CHORUS:
I lie.. I'm an open sore
You have.. the power to burn nerves to cinder
I die... each time a little more
You wrap.. my heart around your little finger
When I said I'm a soul to confide in
There was an awkward note of silence
When I thought you were over your shyness
The tension permeated the quiet
Was it something that formed when I touched down?
Was it something I said that sent you prowling?
Was it something I learned from old Sengzhao?
It's a callus that forms that keeps me hiding when the teardrops start
CHORUS:
I lie.. I'm an open sore
You have.. the power to burn nerves to cinder
I die... each time a little more
You wrap.. my heart around your little finger