Cruel - Monica Martin

Angel on my shoulder, till I lost it

I’m barely out the door and she’s exhausted

Flirting with the line and then I crossed it

Oh, oh

Now I’m looking back, I think I planned it

Woke up naked in a van in Paris

Tested my new love in a new language

Oh, oh

You my lover or my obligation?

While I hold you crying in this station

Weren’t you the one who said «no expectations»

Oh, oh

I make out like I’m being honest

You know I only sleep with the truth

I’m clean, I never promise

But what if I’m Cruel?

No, I don’t want to be cruel

Burn away the sins you’ve been collecting

Won’t lie to you, I’m not that condescending

I said I liked your hair, I was pretending

Oh, oh

God, pray you don’t want this more than I do

You said you didn’t give a shit but I knew

The tears run down your face in lines that I drew

Oh, oh

I make out like I’m being honest

You know I only sleep with the truth

I’m clean, I never promise

But what if I’m Cruel?

No, I don’t want to be cruel