Stick-Up, by Lovecrafter Subscribe to rss feed for Lovecrafter

Pick it up / but let it down/ gently
Lay it down / and throw them up/ quickly

Hands on your head 
Take two steps back 
Freeze now baby 
But watch that back 
It's a stick up 

You slip through my fingers 
You're like salt and sand  
Waves crashing on my ears 
Think I'm still on land 
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime 
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time 

Twirl it right/ and criss-cross out/ of here
Spin the left/ but to and fro/ and cheer

No sudden moves
Stop where you are
You will be caught 
Won't get that far
It's a stick up

You change with the repeat
You're like alibis 
Clever shake off artist
Won't carry your lies
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime 
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time 

Sneaky, sneaky
So very sneaky
Sharp as a tack
And just as witty
Creaky, creaky
Loud and creaky
Ever complain
And always pity

Don't be sad/ and stop running/ from me
Be happy/ and sit a while/ don't flee
It's a stick up

You fall into this hole
You're like depression
So we are not perfect
But an obsession
You slip through my fingers 
You're like salt and sand  
Waves crashing on my ears 
Think I'm still on land 
I'm not going to let you
Escape from this crime 
I'm not going to let you
Get a way this time
Posted: 2010-11-06 03:31:21 UTC

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