Song | Autograph |
Artist | Sick of Sarah |
Album | 2205 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You had a heart of gold, you had a heart of stone. | |
I had a heart attack. | |
I pulled you in, you pushed me back. | |
You’re not so innocent, you’re just a hypocrite. | |
Now turn me on, let me loose. | |
Blow me off, what’s your excuse? | |
And I’m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I’m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Your bones are pliable, so undeniable. | |
Cannot commit to words 'cause words are indescribable. | |
And if I had my way, I’d eat you everyday. | |
Now come a little closer, | |
Listen to the words I have to say. | |
And I’m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I’m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you’ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole, | |
Swallow them whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
You can’t quite sleep in the middle of the night, | |
You’re touching yourself. | |
Woah-oh, woah-oh | |
And if you could see everything that I see, | |
Oh, woah-oh. | |
I can’t quite take this, I can’t quite break this. | |
Oh, woah-oh. | |
And you can’t quite take this, you can’t quite break this. | |
Oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah. | |
I’m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you well, touch you well, touch you, yeah. | |
Not messing around, | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you’ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole. | |
Oh, I'll swallow you whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Autograph. |
You had a heart of gold, you had a heart of stone. | |
I had a heart attack. | |
I pulled you in, you pushed me back. | |
You' re not so innocent, you' re just a hypocrite. | |
Now turn me on, let me loose. | |
Blow me off, what' s your excuse? | |
And I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I' m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Your bones are pliable, so undeniable. | |
Cannot commit to words ' cause words are indescribable. | |
And if I had my way, I' d eat you everyday. | |
Now come a little closer, | |
Listen to the words I have to say. | |
And I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I' m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you' ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole, | |
Swallow them whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
You can' t quite sleep in the middle of the night, | |
You' re touching yourself. | |
Woahoh, woahoh | |
And if you could see everything that I see, | |
Oh, woahoh. | |
I can' t quite take this, I can' t quite break this. | |
Oh, woahoh. | |
And you can' t quite take this, you can' t quite break this. | |
Oh, woahoh, woahoh, yeah. | |
I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you well, touch you well, touch you, yeah. | |
Not messing around, | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you' ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole. | |
Oh, I' ll swallow you whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Autograph. |
You had a heart of gold, you had a heart of stone. | |
I had a heart attack. | |
I pulled you in, you pushed me back. | |
You' re not so innocent, you' re just a hypocrite. | |
Now turn me on, let me loose. | |
Blow me off, what' s your excuse? | |
And I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I' m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Your bones are pliable, so undeniable. | |
Cannot commit to words ' cause words are indescribable. | |
And if I had my way, I' d eat you everyday. | |
Now come a little closer, | |
Listen to the words I have to say. | |
And I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you, yeah. | |
And I' m not messing around, messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you' ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole, | |
Swallow them whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
You can' t quite sleep in the middle of the night, | |
You' re touching yourself. | |
Woahoh, woahoh | |
And if you could see everything that I see, | |
Oh, woahoh. | |
I can' t quite take this, I can' t quite break this. | |
Oh, woahoh. | |
And you can' t quite take this, you can' t quite break this. | |
Oh, woahoh, woahoh, yeah. | |
I' m not messing around. | |
I want your autograph. | |
I wanna touch you well, touch you well, touch you, yeah. | |
Not messing around, | |
I want your autograph. | |
And you' ll just screw with my soul, | |
Your words they twist and fold. | |
I need to learn to swallow them whole. | |
Oh, I' ll swallow you whole. | |
I want your autograph. | |
Autograph. |