Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Shaw
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Shaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Shaw
Producer
Lyrics
She's a vixen, my elixir
A phony symphony
Candy personality
A goddamn mystery
Her voice is a matchstick
My breath is gasoline
The gnarly feeling
We find in between
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
She's a spectre, and a vampire
A soundless melody
Aura of celebrity
A goddamn mystery
Like waiting for the last train
In the middle of a bus lane
I'm buying her snake oil
And everything between
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
Does he love you
Does he do the things that I would do?
Without you asking to
Does he love you
Does he say the things you want him to?
Without asking to
Does he love you
Does he do the things that I would do?
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
Lovesick metaphors
Bedside manners, machine gun sobs
And incandescent lovesick metaphors
Does he love you
Does he love you
Does he love
Written by: Nicholas Shaw
