Get The Message - Electronic, DNA

I’ve always thought of you as my brick wall

Built like an angel, six feet tall

Six feet tall

And when you go away, I start to weep

You’re too expensive girl to keep

Isn’t it sweet?

I don’t know where to begin, living in sin

How can we talk?

Look where you’ve been

I’ve counted the nights of living in sin

How can we talk?

Look where we’ve been

Take my independent point of view

I’ve loosened my wallet, thanks to you

Don’t do me any favors

Hark, the herald angels sting

Please repair my broken wing

Why won’t you look at me?

I live and breathe

(We can make it all the time, to live or die)

Blame it on appearance

It might seem

A shame that we’re

Not you or me