Almond Eyes - Novaa

How can you tell that she wants it

Is it the look in her eyes

Or the way that she smiles

How can you tell that she wants it

Now that she’s biting her lips

Licking her fingertips

So now you know that she wants it

Why would she dress up like this

If she ain’t looking for it

So now you know that she wants it

She’s dancing all on her own

Waiting for you to come over

I know where this is heading

Lights are flickering in here

Body tension rising

Don’t you smile so sincere

I smell your intention

Don’t you dare to lie

I can see it in your big brown almond eyes

Now you’re leaning over

I am crossing my legs

Is it getting colder

Or could it be my head

Keep it cool don’t answer

Even if he tries

Something gleaming in his big brown almond eyes

Whatever I wear, whatever I look like

I’ll always be wrong when I dress like a woman

Whenever I move the way that I want to

I’ll always be wrong when I feel like a woman

Get your hands off me

Don’t you think that I ask for it

I don’t want your kiss

Get your hands off me

Don’t you think that I want you now

I won’t play it down

And I tried so hard to let it go

I was quiet

And watched your one man show

En heeft u ook geen man eigenlijk?

Waarvoor?

You can’t get me something

I don’t want you to stay

So you’re better running

Now stop looking my way

This is not your body

This was always mine

Nothing sweet about the look inside your almond eyes

Whatever I wear, whatever I look like

I’ll always be wrong when I dress like a woman

Whenever I move the way that I want to

I’ll always be wrong when I feel like a woman

Get your hands off me

Don’t you think that I ask for it

I don’t want your kiss

Get your hands off me

Don’t you think that I want you

Now I won’t play it down

And I tried so hard to let it go

I was quiet and watched your one man show

How can you tell that she wants it

How can you tell that she wants it

So hard to let it go

How can you tell that she wants it

How can you tell that she wants it

And watched your one man show