Everybody’s Talkin’ Bout It

Sticky Fingers

Compositor: Beaker Best / Dylan Frost / Freddy Crabs / Paddy Cornwall / Seamus Hollywood

Everybody's talkin' 'bout it
How am I s'posed to feel?
I'd rather walk on lost and lonely
Than hang around in fear
I figure I'm a jigsaw puzzle
They're taking pieces out of me
They stuck me to a soggy coaster
And cast away to sea
Well, there's nothing quite like you
Yeah, you're no angel
And no, I can't afford you
Ask no question, tell no lie

And you're the cold, cold ride

So have you had enough?
Well, maybe I'm just sick
I pull you in a bluff
Put my head under the sink
I look into my eyes
And no one is looking back at me
And so we take it from the top
We're living in a dream, yeah

And you're the cold, cold ride
And you're the cold, cold ride
And you're the cold, cold ride
Ask no question, tell no lie

I wanna believe you're fine
Treat you best in the room
I wanna believe you're fine
Till the cold, cold lies
I believe you're
Treat you best in the room
I wanna believe you're fine
Till the cold, cold lies
Ask no question, tell no lie
Ask no question, tell no lie