Brooke Fraser - Betty lyrics
[Brooke Fraser - Betty lyrics]
You got a quick snap-lock on your cold
Cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
That you try to keep a secret
You got a quick
Clack walk and a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk
They'd say they just don't care
Before they wander off
To hide inside their sockets
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won't be no one's daughter
And a drunk man's wife
If a wife at all, it's a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You're cool, coy, about your strawberry hip
It's you that's hidden by the expectations
We want to see you
Won't you show us where to start?
You're talking trash with your
Red liquor lips
It's skews the tempo in the conversation
Sweet Betty won't you show us who you are?
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold
Cold heart
Cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
That you try to keep a secret
You got a quick
Clack walk and a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk
They'd say they just don't care
Before they wander off
To hide inside their sockets
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won't be no one's daughter
And a drunk man's wife
If a wife at all, it's a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You're cool, coy, about your strawberry hip
It's you that's hidden by the expectations
We want to see you
Won't you show us where to start?
You're talking trash with your
Red liquor lips
It's skews the tempo in the conversation
Sweet Betty won't you show us who you are?
You've got your scars and
You've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets darling, we all do
You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold
Cold heart