paroles de chanson Confess - Veela

Welcome to the meeting and let me introduce
Get comfy, sit down, take off your shoes
I'm a Confessor, my job is just to get at the juice
By talking to you, or anyone who needs me to prove
"I'm innocent!", yeah that's what the last guy said
Never trust a bitch who wants to get in your head
That's what you called me, right?
When you looked at my body, humming and ha-ing
Assuming I wouldn't see you, right?

So come on, tell me all about you
You've done wrong, I want to hear it out of you
You're so strong, why're you shaking in your boots
So come on, because I want to hear it out of you
I get it you didn't do it
You're sitting here right in front of me waiting for me to prove it
So sit back, relax and enjoy the cold
Of my icy little hand on your forehead

Slipping in your head, into your thoughts
I've got my eyes shut waiting for the truth to come out
Sit your body down, still to your head
I've got to find out if you're saying what you really did
Be intimidated by what you see
There's a hell a lot of you and only one of me
Your freedom as a man depends upon what I see
So terrified is really what you ought to be

"Wait, isn't that the way you said it would be?
Chilling me out, everything catered to me?
Something isn't right, I wasn't told you were waiting for me
Baiting me, on top of all of that, you're berating me?"
Listen, something's gotta change, baby
It's never gonna be the way they were saying, baby
And I'm stuck in between
Listen to right, listen to you, or listen to me
So tell me baby, how you gonna change it
Is it all a big lie, gonna rearrange it
If you're hiding something big, I guess you better bring it
But you can't fool me, I'm gonna make you famou$
And I don't care what you say
I'm gonna get the truth either way
And don't be so quick to call a woman a name
Because the one you're talking shit controls your fate

Slipping in your head, into your thoughts
I've got my eyes shut waiting for the truth to come out
Sit your body down, still to your head
I've got to find out if you're saying what you really did
Be intimidated by what you see
There's a hell a lot of you and only one of me
Your freedom as a man depends upon what I see
So terrified is really what you ought to be