Miss, I have some secrets
Some things that I know, that I keep quiet
An old piece of bubblegum which sticks to the bottom of shoes
Like a man
Miss, I have some regrets
Some things I've done aren't very chic
An odour of rum which sticks to the skin
Like a man
I'm afraid of knowing a little too much
Love will have my skin
I'm afraid of knowing a little too much
Love will have my skin
Miss, I'm shaking
I tremble for a yes, for a no
A Smith and Wesson which sticks to the head
Like a man
Miss, I have my reasons
A crowd of questions, a first name
The filter of a Winston which sticks to the lips
Like a man
I'm afraid of knowing a little too much
Love will have my skin
I'm afraid of knowing a little too much
Love will have my skin
Writer(s): Moose Charlap, Judge White
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