Girls` lips glitter — текст песни (Bows)

US cool costs too much money
And takes up all my time
British humour isn`t funny
I`m just trying to catch your eye

You`ve no idea what your looks do to me
It doesn`t even cross your mind
You don`t look like the kind to say much
But then I`m the quiet type

When you rise up from the gutter
You can play your hand
It`s not enough until you`ve suffered
Nobody gives a damn

When where you`re at is all that matters
It`s all a question of your style
A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter
You`re not the shy type

Not much I wouldn`t do for money
Can`t seem to draw the line
But this much lust tastes sweet as honey
And floors me every time

You`ve no idea what your looks do to me
It doesn`t even cross your mind
Then again I think it`s funny
You might be my type