Don't Have to Ask

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

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