Текст песни Garbage - Hammering in my head

I'm stressed but you're freestyle
I'm overworked and I'm under-sexed
I must be made of concrete
I signed my name across your chest

Give out the same old answers
I trot them out for the relatives
Company tried and tested
I use the ones that I love the best

When did I get perverted
I can't remember your name
I'm growing introverted
you touch my hand but it's not the same

This was so unexpected
Never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off
(Bang bang)

Like an animal You're moving over me
You should be sleeping my love.

I knew you were mine for the taking
When I walked in the room
I knew you were mine for the taking
Your eyes light up
when I walk in the room

A hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train
from Tokyo to Los Angeles
Leaving you behind
A flash in the pan
A storm in a teacup
A needle in a haystack
A prize for the winning
A dead for the raising
A catch for the chasing
A jewel for the choosing
A man for the making
In this blistering heat

You sweat it all out
Your bedroom eyes and those baby pouts
Our electric storms and our shifting sands
The candy jars and our sticky hands
Don't forget what I wrote you then
Don't forget what I told you then
Don't forget that I meant it when
Don't forget your ventolin

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