Oh I see it in mine
I got the picture from the stains on your clothes
This is not a race
You tell a story like Tokyo Rose
You tell a story
We’ll be alright, we’ll be alright
We’ll be alright, we’ll be alright
Like those stains on the sidewalk
In this condition of carnal sin
Are you trying to steal time, steal time
Confuse me, try to talk
That beauty at the bus stop
I tried to warn you
Didn’t they tell you ’bout the shape I’m in?
Didn’t they tell you ’bout the shape I’m in?
You tell a story
In this condition of carnal sin
Didn’t they tell you ’bout the shape I’m in?
We’ll be alright, alright
I got the picture from the stains on your clothes
You tell a story like Tokyo Rose
You tell a story like Tokyo Rose
I can see your face
Turns my head, go back to bed
I got the picture from the stains on your clothes
What are you waiting for? Where are you?
In this condition of carnal sin
I got the picture from the stains on your clothes
You in the corner, come closer
In this condition of carnal sin
The sun’s up, you wake up
It’s what she said, gets in my head
I can see it in mine
You tell a story
Didn’t they tell you ’bout the shape I’m in?
I tried to warn you
You tell a story like Tokyo Rose