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Verse 1:
I am sorry.
For all the sideways looks.
Playing innocent, though I can read you like an open book.
Turned the pages.
And saw your perfect worlds front yard.
But Im not sorry I never been there, sweetheart.
I am sorry.
For all the sideways looks.
Playing innocent, though I can read you like an open book.
Turned the pages.
And saw your perfect worlds front yard.
But Im not sorry I never been there, sweetheart.
Verse 2:
I am sorry
For everything you shouldnt have said.
Was my dress too short? Were my lips too red?
And what if I used you?
What if I could see your only vice?
But Im not sorry, cause I never said I was nice.
I am sorry
For everything you shouldnt have said.
Was my dress too short? Were my lips too red?
And what if I used you?
What if I could see your only vice?
But Im not sorry, cause I never said I was nice.
Chorus:
Am I just what you want of a good time, love?
Words that shouldnt have been said, playing rough.
Am I just what you need when things all mean too much.
Tell me bout it, I wont hold a grudge.
I can tell what youre thinking when you look at me one second too long.
Things are only ever fun when theyre wrong.
Am I just what you want of a good time, love?
Words that shouldnt have been said, playing rough.
Am I just what you need when things all mean too much.
Tell me bout it, I wont hold a grudge.
I can tell what youre thinking when you look at me one second too long.
Things are only ever fun when theyre wrong.
Verse 3:
I am sorry.
If I misunderstood.
And for thinking of how things might change if we could.
Did you lose your way too?
Seemed you could never get enough.
But Im not sorry for making you smile sometimes, love.
I am sorry.
If I misunderstood.
And for thinking of how things might change if we could.
Did you lose your way too?
Seemed you could never get enough.
But Im not sorry for making you smile sometimes, love.
Verse 4:
I am sorry.
For everything I said.
Playing with fire but burning your fingers instead.
Take for granted.
Every apology youll never hear.
Cause Im not sorry to somehow love you, dear.
I am sorry.
For everything I said.
Playing with fire but burning your fingers instead.
Take for granted.
Every apology youll never hear.
Cause Im not sorry to somehow love you, dear.
Chorus:
Am I just what you want of a good time, love?
Words that shouldnt have been said, playing rough.
Am I just what you need when things all mean too much.
Tell me bout it, I wont hold a grudge.
I can tell what youre thinking when you look at me one second too long.
Things are only ever fun when theyre wrong.
Am I just what you want of a good time, love?
Words that shouldnt have been said, playing rough.
Am I just what you need when things all mean too much.
Tell me bout it, I wont hold a grudge.
I can tell what youre thinking when you look at me one second too long.
Things are only ever fun when theyre wrong.
Bridge:
Wrong like your lips on mine.
Your hands where they werent supposed to be most of the time.
Wrong like the very first time your eyes were lingering too low.
I knew you were forbidden; that someone would be hurt; and even so.
I never said I was a good girl, never said Id do whats right.
I never said it wouldnt hurt when youd lie awake with me dreaming next to you at night.
Wrong like your lips on mine.
Your hands where they werent supposed to be most of the time.
Wrong like the very first time your eyes were lingering too low.
I knew you were forbidden; that someone would be hurt; and even so.
I never said I was a good girl, never said Id do whats right.
I never said it wouldnt hurt when youd lie awake with me dreaming next to you at night.
Coda:
I never wanted any answers, but now that youve played your last card:
Are you sorry you met me, sweetheart?
(Für M.R.)
I never wanted any answers, but now that youve played your last card:
Are you sorry you met me, sweetheart?
(Für M.R.)
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