Vanessa - Lostboycrow

She was too expensive

Not the kind to pay the rent with

The kind that begs the question

Do I need corrective lenses

Aren’t they always retrospective

They look past all the tension that we had inside

I’m cold to the touch

Burn me up

Burn me Vanessa, Oh

Burn me Vanessa, Oh

Did you find somebody different

When you talk is he a listener

Oh he can’t be a better kisser I just know

Oh I’m stoned to the touch

Break it up

Break me Vanessa, Oh

Break me Vanessa, Oh

She’s got those wits and lips to give pleasure

And no time for the second guesser Vanessa

I should have loved you

(Vanessa, I should have loved you)

Tell me if its late

In London where I wonder if you’ve ever seen my face

Scribbled down a page a thousand words you let escape

I never thought you’d call it off and leave before the rain

I never thought, I guess I never loved you

I should have loved you better, better

She’s got those wits and lips to give pleasure

And no time for the second guesser Vanessa

I should have loved you

Tell me if its late

In London where I wonder did I lose you to the rain

Some September far from now

You found yourself a new escape

Like all those evening walks you take often to wash away

Those good nights gone to waste for you Vanessa

Vanessa, Vanessa

Vanessa, Vanessa

Vanessa, Vanessa

Vanessa, Vanessa

Vanessa, Vanessa