Blackest eyes I've ever seen like moonstones shine, And all the while behind the dancing eyes the boy was crying, He creeps like ivy on the stairs, you know I liked him then, When we would sit and drink for hours and watch the sidewalk spin.
(Chorus) Well baby, I don't wanna hear your secrets, I don't share your pain, I don't wanna know about the wrinkles in your bed, I don't wanna hear about the ghost inside your haunted head, Inside your haunted head.
Now, I don't need your tragedy and I don't need your shame, You can't keep your promises, but you keep naming names. He laid his troubles out to me like a deck of playing cards, Well don't you know that I can tell the Kings and Jokers well apart?
(Chorus) Now, I don't wanna hear your secrets, I don't share your blame, I don't wanna hear about the wrinkles in your bed, I don't wanna hear about the ghost inside your haunted head, Inside your haunted head!
Haunted,
Head.
Compositor: Johnette Lin Napolitano (Johnette Napolitano) (BMI)Editores: EMI Longitude Music (BMI), International Velvet (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #1055649 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM