Pompadour - Point Blank

If looks could kill
I’d be dead
Point Blank
Making excuses, maybe it might be
‘It’s the red, it makes me kind of feisty’
Change the room’s emotions in a heartbeat
I’ll get a flight home, if that’s what you’re asking
But I might go
Over the edge
You don’t control me
But you only phone me when you’re lonely
God’s sake, thought I had it
For a minute
I could swear I had composure
But you had to go and tip the good things over, like this
If looks could kill
You’d be dead
Rebound
‘Wipe your shoes on the mat before you
Come in, oh, I don’t want to bore you
You’re a lech, lech over me
I’ll get a flight home, if that’s what you’re asking
But I might go
Over the edge
You don’t control me
But you only phone me when you’re lonely
God’s sake, thought I had it
For a minute
I could swear I had composure
But you had to go and tip the whole thing over, like this
Crazy faces
Faces
Crazy faces

Written by:
Tamsin Sayers

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