كلمات It's Not a Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

Why can you read me like no one else? I hide behind these words But I'm coming out I wish I kept them behind my tongue I hide behind these words But I'm coming out Put your hand between an aching head And an aching wound We'll make them so jealous We'll make them hate us An aching head And an aching wound We'll make them so jealous We'll make them so jealous Always you made my stomach turn And all the long drives With my friends blur And I wish I kept them inside my mind I hide behind these words And think of all the places Where you've been lost And found out In between my sheets In between the rights and the wrongs Put your hand between an aching head And an aching wound We'll make them so jealous We'll make them hate us An aching head And an aching wound Think of all the places Where you've been lost And found out