Tell You Things

Miss Fortune

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Feel you coming like a hurricane,
Couldn't see you through all of the rain.
I'd be lying if I told you
I've affection with only good intentions.

And when I'd call, she lets it ring.
I scream in her machine,
"Too bad I'm soaked in gasoline,
I could blow the whole damn thing."

A fleeting moment, I'll tell you things,
I'd say something, hmm, much bigger than me.
On a cold day, you're that blast of heat
Walking under a hotel's canopy.

And when I'd call, she lets it ring.
I scream in her machine,
"Too bad I'm soaked in gasoline,
I could blow the whole damn thing."

I'll tell you this, I'm too tired to fake it.
And tonight I'm gonna tell you things,
I'm just too complicated.

When I'd call, she lets it ring.
I scream in her machine,
"Too bad I'm soaked in gasoline,
I could blow the whole damn thing."

Oh, I could blow the whole damn thing.

Oooh, I could blow the whole damn thing.