Gold Spectacles - Man or Machine

She works commission pockets wearing thin
Still there’s no holes in the story she plays in
Oh when the plate’s half full
No face she’ll pull
Cut down to size
She whets the knife
Going against the grain
Scrimped and scraped
She says she’s fine
Wish I could read her mind

Loaded questions two smith and wessons
Pointing at me from every direction
From when the day was young
She had to learn
To sacrifice
cos time was tight
Oh picking up the reins
With no complaints
She says she’s fine
Wish I could read her mind

Sometimes I wonder if she’s a man or machine
There’s no room for error in appointments she keeps
You’d never know that we were cut from the same cloth
Oh how I wish I could take a leaf out of her book

There’s open water waiting to swim round
There’s books to read and morals to set down
All summer she stayed in
So we could sing
I heard she bit her tongue
When she got stung
But as the colour fades
It must still ache
She says she’s fine
Wish I could read her mind

Sometimes I wonder if she’s a man or machine
There’s no room for error in appointments she keeps
You’d never know that we were cut from the same cloth
Oh how I wish I could take a leaf out of her book

Written by:
Amie Pendarves, Robb Whiteman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Bucks Music Group

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