For a master of deception and subterfugeYou’ve made yourself quite the bed to lie inDo your time travelin’ through the tannin’ boothSo you don’t let the sun catch you cryin’
So predictable, I know what you’re thinking
My teeth are beatin’ and my knees are weakIt’s as if there’s somethin’ up with the wiringYou can poke your head behind the mountain peakDon’t have to mean that you’ve gone into hiding
So predictable, I know what you’re thinking
I’m watching your every moveI feel the tears are comin’ onIt won’t be long, it won’t be longStraight from the cover shootStill a trace of body paint
On your legs and on your arms and on your faceAnd I’m keepin’ on my costume (keeping on)I’m callin’ it a writin’ toolAnd if you’re thinkin’ of meI’m probably thinkin’ of you
There’s still a trace of body paintOn your legs and on your arms and on your faceThere’s still a trace of body paintOn your legs and on your arms and on your face
There’s still a trace of body paintOn your legs and on your arms and on your faceThere’s still a trace of body paintOn your legs and on your arms and on your face
So predictable, I know what you’re thinking
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