The Tease Lyrics

Gone, the thrill is gone

God, guess I'll make it a song

Spent so many years just waiting

For love to come around

But now that it came looking for me

I'm nowhere to be found

Sick of writing songs about you

Poison spreading through the well

Late nights thinking about calling

Stare at the bars of my cell

Gone, the thrill is gone

God, guess I'll make it a song

I wish that I could fix this baby

I wish I knew the trick

You treat me like a well loved dog

but collars make me sick

Sick of writing songs about you

Poison spreading through the well

Late nights thinking about calling

Stare at the bars of my cell

Sick of writing songs about you

Poison spreading through the well

Late nights thinking about calling

Stare at the bars of my cell