Lyrics

Oh, the way I cast a net Too many holes to swim through As to not offend the fish Even if they do want you Safer not to presume Safer still, to up and leave the room Is even eye contact rude? You'll never know that I noticed you Too gutless to even try this In case I'm met with a hostile silence If I were you, I'd be throwing up
Writer(s): James William Clayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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