Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Death Of Guitar Pop
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Hick
Songwriter
Oliver Hookings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitchell Ayling
Producer
Lyrics
She sells a synthesised smile,
She's shelter from denial,
She's a seminar in style,
Hippie chic meets London fashion week mystique,
An edge of the seat treat,
And your grin will reach for miles,
The power lies in her eyes nearly five lines wide,
She'll get her hands on your last cigarette no sweat,
She'll leave you in the lurch,
She'll knock you off your perch,
She'll give you a million reasons to run away and hide,
Until 'I love yous' start to make you lose your mind,
They call her Tripwire uh oh,
They call her the last great hope for your sinking soul,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
They call her the midnight climb up the Penrose stairs,
And if instead you think you're not in over your head,
Then I've gotta get a message to you,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
You've got that counterfeit wit,
But she's bound to make you trip,
She's too cool for the West End,
Too classy for the Wick,
You've got that counterfeit wit,
But she's gonna make you trip,
She's too cool for the West End,
Too classy for the Wick,
She'll get her hands on your last cigarette no sweat,
She'll leave you in the lurch,
She'll knock you off your perch,
She'll give you a million reasons to run away and hide,
Until 'I love yous' start to make you lose your mind,
They call her Tripwire uh oh,
They call her the last great hope for your sinking soul,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
They call her the midnight climb up the Penrose stairs,
And if instead you think you're not in over your head,
Then I've gotta get a message to you,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
They call her Tripwire yeah yeah yeah,
Written by: Jonathan Hick, Oliver Hookings
