Testo Green Room

Lip stick on the necks of all the trophy won liars
We'll be the foreground
Be the ones that do it best
We'll be the poets
And also cunning honey, look impressed

We know,
The way to be the ones To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
And we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you, no

We'll be the benched You can be the starters in the beginning
I hope that you'll believe me
We're the old news
All the clocks stop ticking
All the wrongs keep slipping

We know,
The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
And we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you, no

We know,
The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you
But we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
And we'll never be over you
(No, oh oh oh)
(No, oh oh oh)
We can't get over you, no

We know,
The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now
But, we'll never be over you, no