paroles de chanson Dumb - Jon Campbell

What could I do to make you understand
I don't want to hold you down
I'd like to hold your hand
And have I mentioned they're the sexiest hands I know?
You're making faces lately
Faces that make me think you're as queer as me
As queer could ever be
Your sexy hands are building me into
A dream about what they could do to me
I'm making songs lately
It can't be helped
I think it's inevitable
It drives me insane
Your sexy mouth that as is it loves me
Into a dream of what'd it do on my body, baby
God grant me the strength not to sing his name
Or tell him about how I want to fuck his brains out
Grant me the serenity to never say his name in a song
That would be fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up
Grant me the wisdom to forget his face
I don't want to write another song about the pain
Of missing something that never could've taken place
Or unrequited love is dumb
What could I do to make you understand
I don't want to hold you down
I'd like to hold your hand
And have I mentioned that they're the sexiest hands I know?