Françoise Hardy Follow

Of addiction or succombing to guys like me?
Was your father the type to say things right
Or was your mother the type to spend the night?

'Cause I get the feeling that you're buying time
Ironically enough, as you spark that light
You order two more shots
But don't wait for the lime
Down go your last two reasons to lie

Does your conscience keep you up at night
Screaming out
We know, we know
We know, we know
Does your conscience keep you up at night
Screaming out
We know, we know
We know, we know
Can you feel their stares?

Cross your fingers
And hope he doesn't wait up for you
'Cause my touch lingers
And it will be written all over you
Cross your fingers
And hope he buys all the shit you feed him
'Cause that taste lingers
When he's gone and you still need him

This is dirty water
But it's still something worth drinking down
If it can cure my dehydration
From the words you let slip out

'Cause we've got dirty laundry
And we've got closets with hinges
That beg to bust and expose us
For the people in the elevator

Does your conscience keep you up at night
Screaming out
We know, we know
We know, we know
Does your conscience keep you up at night
Screaming out
We know, we know
We know, we know

Cross your fingers
And hope he doesn't wait up for you
'Cause my touch lingers
And it will be written all over you
Cross your fingers
And hope he buys all the shit you feed him
'Cause that taste lingers
When he's gone and you still need him

And then he gets the feeling that you're buying time
As you struggle like a teen to spark that light
You order two more shots
But don't wait for the lime
Down go your last two reasons to lie

Cross your fingers
And hope he doesn't wait up for you
'Cause my touch lingers
And it will be written all over you
Cross your fingers
And hope he buys all the shit you feed him
'Cause that taste lingers
When he's gone and you still need him