Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lysistrata
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Maxime Roy
Komponist:in
Théo Guéneau
Komponist:in
Benjamin Amos Cooper
Komponist:in
Lyrics
Jab jabbing like needles in my shirt
Stab stabbing from spies round every turn
It's hard to keep the scissors away from the puzzle
It's hard to keep the truth in one whole piece
Make me a film star
What kind of film star
Breaking a super star
Don't like this super star
I'm not ready for that
I'm not ready for that
I'm not ready for that
Jab jabbing like needles in my shirt
Stab stabbing from spies round every turn
It's hard to keep the scissors away from the puzzle
It's hard to keep the truth in one whole piece
Make me a doll
Your own secret toy
Part of a collection
A secret collection
I'm not ready for that
I'm not ready for that
I'm not ready for that
I could not expose what I been through
By fear they'd leak it all told backwards
And if I were to tell them anything
It'd be all over my back the very next day
Very next day
Very next day
Very next day
I could not expose what I been through
By fear they'd leak it all told backwards
And if I were to tell them anything
It'd be all over my back the very next day
I'll keep it all inside
I'll keep it all inside
Just a pretty face
Just a pretty face
I'll keep it all inside
I'll keep it all inside
Just a pretty face
Just a pretty face
I never expected
To ever need you for something like this
It's weird
It's like I woke from a bad dream but the bruises are real
And a stranger has made me their fishes aquarium
But I'm not ready for that
Oh did you have to?
Bring the whole family to the bed
Don't like it
Their concern only turns the knife in the wound
And they're staring at me like I'm full of cancer
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in
I could not expose what I been through
By fear they'd leak it all told backwards
And if I were to tell them anything
It'd be all over my back the very next day
Jab jabbing like needles in my shirt
Stab stabbing from spies round every turn
It's hard to keep the scissors away from the puzzle
It's hard to keep the truth in one whole piece
Writer(s): Maxime Roy, Theo Gueneau, Benjamin Amos Cooper
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