You Belong To Me

The 88

I treat it like a high school dance
Waiting in the wings for my big chance
But I would only stare at my shoes

You belong to me
I belong to you

I could tell an antique lie
Full of all the things I want to hide
But that would only lead to the truth

You belong to me
I belong to you

But I'm lazy and I'll pull you down
Where you won't want to be
And I'm tasting what's pouring out of you
What am I supposed to do?

I could play a trick so strange
Cover up my ears and pray for rain
But that would only give you the blues

You belong to me
I belong to you

But I'm lazy and I'll pull you down
Where you won't want to be
And I'm tasting what's pouring out of you
What am I supposed to do?

I treat it like a high school dance
Waiting in the wings for my big chance
But I would only stare at my shoes

You belong to me
I belong to you
You belong to me
I belong to you
You belong to me
I belong to you

Written by: Keith Slettedahl
Sent by Bruno. Revised by Katia.
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