Lyric

Silk on the furniture

Dust on the gold

You say you know me

That’s getting old

Click, click

Tongue to the teeth

You keep your secrets

I keep the receipt

Your alibi wears expensive shoes

Walks in clean, leaves with the blues

You rearrange every little fact

Funny how the truth never calls you back

Two black cherries in a crystal bowl

One for the body, one for the soul

You take the sweet one, leave me the stain

Then ask me politely if I’d do it again

You got a gift for making

Wrong feel custom-made

A little bit of poison

In a porcelain plate

Don’t say my name

Like you own the sound

I know what goes up

When the bass goes down

Pretty little problem

With a perfect alibi

Kiss the conversation

Tell another beautiful lie

Tick-tick, velvet

Click-clack, teeth

You put a price on heaven

Then you sell it back to me

Pretty little problem

Keep your hands clean

You look so innocent

On a dirty movie screen

Bad habit

Bad habit

I don’t want the cure

I just want to know

What you’re doing it for

Your left eye laughs when your right eye lies

There’s a tiny little glitch in your paradise

You count my pauses like they’re loose change

Then act surprised when I don’t explain

Room temperature, expensive taste

A perfect little mess with a flawless face

You leave no fingerprints, no evidence

Just a strange new word in my vocabulary

You got a gift for making

Wrong feel custom-made

A little bit of poison

In a porcelain plate

Don’t say my name

Like you own the sound

I know what goes up

When the bass goes down

Pretty little problem

With a perfect alibi

Kiss the conversation

Tell another beautiful lie

Tick-tick, velvet

Click-clack, teeth

You put a price on heaven

Then you sell it back to me

Pretty little problem

Keep your hands clean

You look so innocent

On a dirty movie screen

Bad habit

Bad habit

I don’t want the cure

I just want to know

What you’re doing it for

One for the witness

Two for the show

Three for the things

That nobody knows

Smile for the camera

Adjust your tie

The room says nothing

But the walls testify

Pretty little problem

With a perfect alibi

Kiss the conversation

Tell another beautiful lie

Tick-tick, velvet

Click-clack, teeth

You put a price on heaven

Then you sell it back to me

Bad habit

Bad habit

Say it with your eyes

Bad habit

Bad habit

Never tell me why

Silk on the furniture

Dust on the gold

You say you know me

That’s getting old