Jerk – Daan – letras

if my eyes are not mistaken, and if my eyes are not untruecomes a time when you’ll be aching for more than what is good for youi’ll taste the rhyming words you’re baking, i’ll heat the oven of your youththe corrosion of your naked but mobile need for perfect truthif my eyes don’t tell me lies, cut me down to my own sizei’ve been called a jerk beforei got a stock of names in store, and maybe moreain’t nothing new, you can call me your jerk nowas if my eyes could be mistaken, as if my eyes could be untruenor my vision slowly fading and readily admit it’s truei’ll wait a while till you’ll be aching, i’ll white a wail while waiting toospread the news about the making of a u-turn point of viewno, your eyes ain’t sort of wet, ain’t no corners turning redalways prime time on your mind but only time will help you findain’t nobody new, so fire the crewi’ll be glad to be your jerkif you need a finer slice, an every side, a six-point dicei’ll stick my finger in my eyes, i got a gift to fantasizeand i don’t need more than only youwhy can’t i be your jerk now?