Autograph - Sick Of Sarah

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

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