Leopard Print

Get off my heart

'Cuz you've been standing on it all day

Can my lips apart

With the words that I want to say?

And as I run into the walls

'Cuz I don't have the balls to run over him

You just sit in the dark in his car

That he parks there, resisting sin

And when the angels start to sing

And when my ears begin to ring

I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl

Where do I start?

Please pull the splinters from my knees

I tried so hard

To get you to be seen with me

And does the leopard print book

Full of phone numbers look like a cover up

'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide

Just to try and go and fuck this up

And when the angels start to sing

And when my ears begin to ring

I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl

And does the leopard print book

Full of phone numbers look like a cover up

'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide

And to try and go and fuck this up

And when the angels start to sing

And when my ears begin to ring

I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl

The rich girl, for the rich girl

For the rich girl