Turn my gaze away Relieve the impressions That I've made Like rain in my creeping hand I want to behave It's a small concession All my regressions I don't understand
But they're painful old news And pale in comparison To choosing you
Well, I don't wanna be a menace anymore What could a menace be good for? So I will catch my wandering eye, watch the roses pass me by And I'll try to make my menace into someone you'd adore
It's dangerous and short Covertly calls for An encore The attention of strangers As long as loving lasts You don't want to Here forever Everybody loves a lover
Well, you really shouldn't ask 'Cause the answer's always, "Always" 'Til always is in the past
Well, I don't wanna be a menace anymore What could a menace be good for? So I will catch my wandering eye and watch the roses pass me by And I'll try to make my menace into someone you'd adore
Well, you really shouldn't ask 'Cause the answer's always, "Always" 'Til always is in the past
Well, I don't wanna be a menace anymore What could a menace be good for? So I will catch my wandering eye, watch the roses pass me by No, I don't wanna be a menace anymore What could a menace be good for? So I will catch my wandering eye, watch the roses pass me by And I'll try to make my menace into someone you'd adore
Compositores: Maya Ray Thurman Hawke (Maya Hawke), Jesse Harris ECAD: Obra #31630614