I'm not really thinking clear
Too good to be true and that's what I fear
Like what if you left me here
And I fill the floor with my sequin tears?
I start getting in my brain
Something I do that I can't explain
Wicked love's creepin' up
Too good to be true and that's what I fear
Like what if you left me here
And I fill the floor with my sequin tears?
I start getting in my brain
Something I do that I can't explain
Wicked love's creepin' up