Peccadilloes Songtext
von Clare Bowditch
Peccadilloes Songtext
If you′re outside looking in and you see me inside waving,
Would you place your fat lips on the window glass?
And I will blow a short hot breath and draw my secrets into it.
All my peccadilloes, only you will know.
You're standing in the snow.
You′re laughing like you love me.
You build your snow man dough
And I pretend I can't see. I'm happy,
But you love me when I′m cold.
You say it′s tried, you say it's true,
You say women always fall for you when you cook like Jamie.
Seems he′s quite the dish.
It may be true, but you can't prove
They′re in love with you, not just your food.
All your peccadilloes, only I will know.
You're standing in the snow.
You′re laughing like you love me.
Go build your snow man dough
And I pretend I can't see, 'cause baby,
You love me when I′m cold.
You′re standing in the snow.
You're laughing like you love me.
Go build your snow man dough
And I′ll pretend I don't see, ′cause baby,
You love me when I'm cold
If you′re outside looking in and you see me inside waving,
Would you place your fat lips on the window glass?
Would you place your fat lips on the window glass?
And I will blow a short hot breath and draw my secrets into it.
All my peccadilloes, only you will know.
You're standing in the snow.
You′re laughing like you love me.
You build your snow man dough
And I pretend I can't see. I'm happy,
But you love me when I′m cold.
You say it′s tried, you say it's true,
You say women always fall for you when you cook like Jamie.
Seems he′s quite the dish.
It may be true, but you can't prove
They′re in love with you, not just your food.
All your peccadilloes, only I will know.
You're standing in the snow.
You′re laughing like you love me.
Go build your snow man dough
And I pretend I can't see, 'cause baby,
You love me when I′m cold.
You′re standing in the snow.
You're laughing like you love me.
Go build your snow man dough
And I′ll pretend I don't see, ′cause baby,
You love me when I'm cold
If you′re outside looking in and you see me inside waving,
Would you place your fat lips on the window glass?
Writer(s): Clare Alison Bowditch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com