Commentators
We’ve had this conversation, I’ve listened to you speak
A cocktail of some funny things that left me with no peace
You say it won’t be too long, I should just believe
that everything is meant to be and you belong to me
Wouldn’t it be easy, if you were really here?
I wouldn’t have to miss you so much, could I just come there?
CHORUS:
You’re not making much sense
You’re talking commentators, I dunno what they are
You’re coming after dark
You’re telling me about haters, I dunno who they are
You’re not making much sense
You’re talking commentators, I dunno what they are
You’re coming after dark, is that necessary?
You’re making this so scary
It’s easy to submit and let you dominate
Seems for now all I can do is hurry up and wait
You tell me to be ready, we’re going on a date
That is revolutionary, does it mean you’ve changed?
I’m flipping through the Bible, I’m tryin’a find a way
‘Cause maybe I can make you good, then let you cut the cake
CHORUS:
Is that necessary?
You’re making this so scary
You’re making this so scary, baby
You’re making this so scary, ooh
You’re really acting crazy, you really are no fun
All you need to know is that I’ll call you when I’m done
Here’s our understanding, you’re not the only one
Maybe I will change someday, but right now you’re my fun
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