Leopard Print

Get off my heart 'Cuz you've been standing on it all day Can my lips apart With the words that I want to say? And as I run into the walls 'Cuz I don't have the balls to run over him You just sit in the dark in his car That he parks there, resisting sin And when the angels start to sing And when my ears begin to ring I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl Where do I start? Please pull the splinters from my knees I tried so hard To get you to be seen with me And does the leopard print book Full of phone numbers look like a cover up 'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide Just to try and go and f**k this up And when the angels start to sing And when my ears begin to ring I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl And does the leopard print book Full of phone numbers look like a cover up 'Cuz I got too much proud just to let this one slide And to try and go and f**k this up And when the angels start to sing And when my ears begin to ring I think I'm crazy 'cuz I sing for the rich girl The rich girl, for the rich girl For the rich girl