Lulu Rose - Like to Be Lied To

You know my spots
Pressure point paint
You give me thoughts
Racking my brain
You held my hair
Back in the spring
So I don't mind her buying you things
But you went and said that word I hate
No, not love
"Wait"

But you lied to me
Like I like to be lied to
You kept fucking with my dreams
And I really don't
I really don't appreciate it

Maybe my faith was getting you down
You were a Jew and I'm a Catholic clown
But at the same time I know it's gotta be something else
Who are you to pick and choose
Well it's crazy to me that this is hard for you
When it's the easiest thing I've ever had to do

But you lied to me
Like I love to be lied to
You kept fucking with my dreams
And I really don't
I really don't appreciate it

Well it's crazy to me that this is hard for you
When it's the easiest thing I've ever had to do
Got you in my pocket for a rainy day
But with how we left off
I hope it never rains again
Oh, but if it does

You know my spots
You know my spots
You know my spots

Written by:
Lucia Clohessy

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