7 8 v i o l e t - H o t h o u s e | Текст песни

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You stand so still hiding on the corner
Waiting for a sign to come, I come, ah
I know your type, yeah, you’re all the same
But who am I to blame when I fall deep?

In the beginning, you intrigue
But the way you move, it terrifies me
And you remind me of the things
That I don’t need

You’re a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You
You
Can’t handle you
You can’t handle you

I take one step then I take one backwards
I’m kinda curious, oh no, you got me already

In the beginning, you succeed
But the way you move, it terrifies me
And you remind me of the things
That I don’t need

You’re a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You
You
Can’t handle you
You can’t handle you

I don’t need your mess
I don’t need your shadow
I don’t need your bed
I always found it shallow

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

You’re a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You
You
Can’t handle

You’re a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You
You
Can’t handle you
You can’t handle you