The little paid silence, the little paid look in you eye
The little paid compliment I took to heart when you told me I look nice
Compared to your good side I'm a church hymn
But we could make a lot of sense if you'd notice this
Six-foot girl-addict forgetting the static rumors that you're trouble waiting to happen
Unknown girl to me, epitome of irony
She don't believe in the stars
I'll play your lawyer to those who have sworn
That the soft of your skin leaves a scar
Defending you against your own criminal heart
I caught a glimpse of you looking like you always do, so slightly hurt
With a hand full of quarters and a hand through your hair, lifting your low cut shirt
Showing your new, so cute, starlight tattoo (play a song I never knew)
It's just not fair with her standing there
Wearing her skin like a show Trojan mare
She got away with murder today
Resting beliefs I'm as deep as they say
There's a hole in my pocket and you're my change