Clare Bowditch And The Feeding Set. I Am Not Allowed. Zeneszám

It doesn't matter how beautiful you look,
I am not allowed to read from stranger's books.
It doesn't matter how much you hold back in bait.
Still I'm not allowed. Nothing good could satiate.

I'm not goingto cry anymore,
flash "heart" like a road-works sign.

Doesn't matter how beautiful you look
I am not allowed to read your book.
And if it isn't mine, nor it's his to give.
I want a life that doesn't
radio for help all of the time,
flash "heart" like a road-works sign.

Doesn't matter how beautiful you look.
I am not allowed to open your strange book.
It doesn't matter how much you hold in bait;
ah ah ah my friend. Nothing good could satiate.

I dont' want a life that flashes out
for help like a road-works sign saying
"Pick me up", saying Pick me up now
I'm alone alone alone". Saying "Pick me up".

It doesn't matter how beautiful he looks,
you're not allowed to read his book.
Doesn't matter how well he lures his bait.
This is no time to understate.