She’s Got Weird Arms

The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast The long dog, he’s got weird arms, the words are no boast Turn off, and leave them all rehearsing my life Turn off, and leave them all rehearsing my life Somеone will find us, or hide us, nothing I want Someonе will find us, or hide us, nothing I want The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast The long dog, he's got weird arms, the words are no boast The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up The mess that she made, the endgame, never gave up