Coraliza

Did you think if I was dead, I’d give up trying?

Caught in the wake of almost crying

And I thought you had a lot of nerve

But you don’t feel that much

Sessions of confessions and a body for a crutch

I’ll tell you one thing, If you want to know something

Somewhere out there is a dutchman’s smoke

And a dial tone warning

Coraliza

You’re up all night with a bottle of rum

I’m asleep in my room with my momentum

Did you hear what I said when you turned your shoulder?

A whistle you hear, playing dead, you could roll over

You dry out your hair and you flush through your eyes

Pictures of your man and paranoid crimes

The little I can do, I don’t know how

Whip the other and sock it, get us into aroun'

All the prince’s lovers couldn’t fit the slipper

Even the one worn by your mother

Coraliza

You’re up all night with a bottle of rum

I’m asleep in my room with my momentum

I’m not one of your older men

Coraliza

I’m asleep again

I’m not one of your older men

Coraliza