Bleach Blonde — Miss Messenger lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Miss Messenger" by Bleach Blonde.

Lyrics

Your entire life is a fetish
You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics
And it’s my fault; and I gotta get it right (So get it right)
Tracing down the back roads of this city
I’m tired, giving in to what has been
A weekend of victimless crime
This harmless messenger whispers in my ear that it’s time
(Pre)
So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right
'til you walked in
I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…
Spilling my guts
Would you like to know more?
I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
You’re naked on the floor
Falling down this staircase so effortlessly
I’ve gotta make an exit, like my entrance
So convincing that I’m fine
(Pre)
So I commit, go up the stairs-- the second door on the right
Until you walked in
I hadn’t seen a girl that made me feel like…
Spilling my guts
Would you like to know more?
I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
You’re naked on the floor
(Bridge)
These flashy girls, they got so much time on their hands
It’s hard to keep up
The East Village would dry up
If the trust funds could expire
Your entire life is a fetish
You got the looks but you ain’t got the mechanics
And it’s my fault; and I gotta get it right (So get it right)
Spilling my guts
Would you like to know more?
I’m all out of breath, it’s hard to speak
You’re naked on the floor
Never once did I believe that you weren’t worth it
But I never thought of consequences
You start your fires. Why won’t you let me see
Your red and deepest, darkest desires?
I’ll keep them secret