Little Black Book Songtext
von Jon Hunt

Little black book
You run over me
You′re wine and water
And a gateway to what I can be

Little black book
The things you sell me
You're not my daughter
You′re not my ideal poetry

Five alive
Five a side

Little black book
You always tie me up
Spit from the top floor
She's a mindless explosion


Little black book
The things you tell me
Always condescending
Always one more role to be

Five alive
Five a side

You stand in front of me and you don't make a sound
Then you throw me all my vices
I′m in the corridor, I′m crawling on the ground
Yeah well that's how low your price is

You stand in front of me and you don′t make a sound
Then you throw me all my vices
I'm in the corridor, I′m crawling on the ground
Yeah well that's how low your price is

And you save it all...