This pounding in my chest will be digested with a grain, Of salt they couldn't find when disecting my brain, You found an avenue to cross through like blood in my veins, Now just take up my pulse and noise to hear the things I couldn't say, I hope that you catch up when you catch on
Chorus: I must be a dead give-away, If not I'm well on my way, Go slow, Tip-toe, Don't give me away, I'm a dead give-away, If not I'm well on my way, Go slow, Tip-toe, Don't give me away
'Till my cup runneth over darlin'
Hit the nail on the head, Yeah hit it right on the nose, And knock your crumbs and hesitations down like dominos, Where is all my skill in clothes?, Wear all my fancy clothes, I keep forgetting things I need to not be over the edge, Slow, Wait, I hope that you catch up when catch on
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My body's shakin' like an earthquake, I really wish I could articulate, My body's shakin' like an earthquake, Shake, shake
Chorus
Why don't you give me away?
Chorus