Testo Backfoot

You say you love me so hold
me,
You're running away, why
won't you hold me?
Now you seem
to say you want me,
Oh running
away has never been so easy..as now.

Top of the class to the
sketman,
He's the take anything
he can get-man,
And all the words
slide off his tongue as,
He slips
into a dream of all the things hed
rather be...

You're running
off,
You're running off, Caught
on the backfoot,
Palm on the
handle.

You're running
off,
You're running
off,
Porcelain
figures,
stilettos so
eager.
You're running
off,
You're running off