site logo

Taking Back Sunday The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva Lyrics

Last updated: 02/13/2013 11:19:39 AM

It's not that I don't trust you,
Well I just know what you've been up to
and while this dial tone is agreeing
with everything I've had in mind
and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag

So as his eyes move past your shoulders
and the shades start movin in the
same direction don't worry I,
Well I won't say a thing
and you can't blame a girl
(you can't blame a girl for)
for stickin to what she knows
(stickin to what she knows)

I hope he takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
I hope he takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can

If I could get to sleep then
I guess you could stop pretendin'
cause if I didn't think you loved it, well then I wouldn't play along and
you've got your high as a
you've got your high as a)
kite tricks in the bag
(kite tricks in the bag)
I hope he takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
I hope he takes his time and I
hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can

You're down for sellin' me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah, real good friends"
I bet, I bet

You're down for sellin me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah, real good friends"
I bet, I bet

You're down for sellin me out,
while I play dumb
it's cool cause I let you
thought I'd never catch you
you say "we're only friends, yeah, real good friends"
I bet, I bet

Forget your legs around my hips,
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that I kept,
this is another I won't send
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs,
forget our one last kiss goodnight
Forget me staking out your house,
That's right, I've got you figured out

Forget your legs around my hips,
forget your hands pressed on my back
forget the letters that I kept,
this is another I won't send




WRITE A REVIEW FOR THIS SONG?
(Important: Use a nickname if you don't want your name to be published) Type your review in the space below: