Look Like Shit (Paris Radio Session) Songtext
von Lauren Hoffman

Hunched over a microphone
You′re whispering and I moan
Hardly moving
One toe tapping
In a hushed tone and eyes turned low
While the space you take up grows
I grow weak and my heart's collapsing

Yeah I look at you
You look like shit
But that′s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out
I look at you
You look like shit
But that's got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out


It's two forty-five in the morning
Being lonely just gets boring
It′s too late now to get wasted
Yeah It′s two forty-five in the morning
Being lonely just gets boring
It's too late now to get wasted

I look at you
You look like shit
But that′s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out
I look at you
You look like shit
But that's got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out

I′m in my room and all alone
You're turned up loud there′s no-one home
You're faceless and my eyes are closed
I'm in my room and all alone
You′re turned up loud there′s no-one home
You're faceless and my eyes are closed


I look at you
You look like shit
But that′s got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out
Yeah I look at you
You look like shit
But that's got nothing to do with it
You open your mouth and a god comes out