My 2 Cents
Caro Emerald · The Shocking Miss Emerald [2013]
He's like a whip
That doesn't crack
You'll take a sip
And you're on your back
Those big blue eyes
Are hard to reach
So impossible
It makes you meek
Like a guitar
That cries for days
Seduces you
In a thousand ways
You feel his strings
Now you're uptight
It makes any girl
Weaken at his sight
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents
He's like a wall
That's made of steel
Too cold to touch
And not much to feel
His sullen smile
He shares with few
The tricks of the trade
He's glad to lose
Into thin air
He disappears
Gives one last look
And a frozen leer
Your heart, for sure
Is good as gone
Love's the TV set
That says there's nothing on
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents
There's no PI
With a promise of a glint
All the cores dissipate
When there are no fingerprints
Don't retrace your steps
'Cause he's staring right at you
A one man casino
If you spin the wheel, you lose
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents
That doesn't crack
You'll take a sip
And you're on your back
Those big blue eyes
Are hard to reach
So impossible
It makes you meek
Like a guitar
That cries for days
Seduces you
In a thousand ways
You feel his strings
Now you're uptight
It makes any girl
Weaken at his sight
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents
He's like a wall
That's made of steel
Too cold to touch
And not much to feel
His sullen smile
He shares with few
The tricks of the trade
He's glad to lose
Into thin air
He disappears
Gives one last look
And a frozen leer
Your heart, for sure
Is good as gone
Love's the TV set
That says there's nothing on
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents
There's no PI
With a promise of a glint
All the cores dissipate
When there are no fingerprints
Don't retrace your steps
'Cause he's staring right at you
A one man casino
If you spin the wheel, you lose
'Cause he's not undercover
He walks past his lovers
And the others know there's no defense
There is no evidence
He creates an illusion
That leads to confusion
And you give up your common sense
Well that's my two cents