作词 : Written by Fraser with Jon Foreman and Ben West
You got a quick snap lock on your cold, cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
You got a quick clack walk
And a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk
They＇d say they just don＇t care
Before they wander off
You＇ve got your scars
And you＇ve got your birthmarks
You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You＇ve got your secrets
You＇ve got your regrets
You got a fool-proof plan, for a lonely life
You won＇t be no one＇s daughter and no drunk man＇s wife
If a wife at all
It＇s a silly institution
You＇ve got your scars
And you＇ve got your birthmarks
You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You＇ve got your secrets
You＇ve got your regrets
You＇re cool coy,
＇Bout your strawberry hip
It＇s you that＇s hidden by the expectations
We want to see you,
Won＇t you show us where to start?
You＇re talking trash with your replica lips
It＇s you that tickle,
In the conversation
Sweet Betty,
You＇ve got your scars and you＇ve got your birthmarks
You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You＇ve got your secrets
You＇ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You＇ve got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart