Thorns کے بول

Did it help to take the thorn out? Telling the whole world you'd been hurt Your hands won't clean, you wish to wash your mouth out And did you have to dish the dirt? Ooh, I must be a narcissist God knows that I can't resist To make a song and dance about it Maybe I'm a masochist Don't know why I must persist To make a song and dance about it Did you have to take the knife out? The silver would've shone had you not twist Would the wounds have healed had you not wrote the words down? Must you deliver the blow, you could have flexed the fist? Ooh, I must be a narcissist God knows that I can't resist To make a song and dance about it Maybe I'm a masochist Don't know why I must persist To make a song and dance about it To make a song To make a song I make a song and dance about it To make a song To make a song I make a song and dance about it I'll sing a song and dance about it Maybe I'm a masochist The Sun goes down, the curtain lifts And I sing a song