Trapeze (Faux Live)

An acrobat’s impairment
Somersaulted to the cradle
Thermometers taking a climb
Splayed in your sweat, oh my
Confuses itself with mine

There was a chemical
That was to kill me now
I don’t even know what to say to that
Too bad the ... called
There must have been a wrong
There’s never been a right
I don’t even know how to tell you now
That every moment so ...

You’re that kind of girl
You like to dance a lot
Stop fucking around
With the liars and the beggars

You’re that kind of girl
You like to dance a lot
Stop fucking around, fucking around
With the liars and the beggars
And the chances and the takers

You’re that kind of girl
You like to dance a lot
Stop fucking around, fucking around
With the liars and the beggars
And the chances and the takers

You’re that kind of girl
You like to dance a lot
Stop fucking around