Songtexte Plates - The Russian Futurists

She's soft and demure and her intentions are pure
Her body is lithe as she lays by my side
I've made this all clear but she don't wanna hear me
I'm getting the sense that she can't take compliments

She's spinning plates, I hate to burst her bubble
But she's got eyes that make the great lakes puddles
And with one look I was hooked on trouble
'Cause she's got eyes that make the great lakes puddles