Paroles de Unromance

What say you we talk this over? Well honey you are in fine shape but out of practice These simple acts are carried out with circumspect and I am perplexed Indulge my need of delicate elocution With some deluded affection I'm sharp you're trivial at best Exploiting your edge So talk yourself down to the gutter Because this is the answer The profane ain't profound my dear The truth is I'm prior to engagement It's recognition (on the record, off the QT and lush) It's the same beat in different songs Tackled to the ground Drowning in comfort Suffocating smothered You say you can see through me but you're not even there