Songtexte Drawing Board (Bossa Nova) - George Ezra

I'll fill your pillowcase up with snakes
The man eating kind
Though you call your self a women
I doubted they will mind
Oh my, oh, oh, oh, my

There's just one problem with my plan
You spend your nights with another man
Oh, you don't rest your head in mine no more
I've gotta take my plot back to the drawing board
Oh my, oh
Oh, oh my
Oh my, my

Oh lately, I'm a heartache
I'm a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I'm a blueprint in the sand
Oh my

You mentioned taking a holiday and I recalled you couldn't swim
So I booked us scuba diving off the north coast of Belgium
Oh my, oh, oh, oh my

And I drew an image in my head
Of you sinking just like lead
But I never found you washed up on the shore
I gotta take my plot back to the drawing board
Oh my, oh
Oh, oh my
Oh my, my

Oh lately, I'm a heart ache
I'm a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I'm a blueprint in the sand
Oh my
Oh, I'm the one that you seldom came to see
Oh, I was hidden
Oh, I've been busy working on my scheme
Oh, to teach you how to hurt

You said you needed a haircut
I recommended Mr. Todd
Of all the men in this big bad world
He's perfect for the job
Oh my, oh
Oh, oh my
Oh my, my

Oh lately, I'm a heartache
I'm a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I'm a blueprint in the sand
Oh lately, I'm a heartache
I'm a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I'm a blueprint in the sand
Oh lately, I'm a heartache
And I haven't seen you since
So now I'm praying that you're mince
Oh my