Spare Me – Edith Backlund – letras

Spare me your sarcasmI’m not the victim hereI’m not the one facing eternal boredomI am not your flowerI am not the addictAnd I’m not the one fading in agreen-coloured officeSo hell yeah, I’m a little bit up-tightabout your ugly habit to plant angerin my mouthYeah, uh-hu.Spare me your answers causeI’m not competingI’m not the one facing those adultery chargesI am not your wifebut I am not your punching bagI’m not the one faking my own fucking laughterSo hell yeah, I’m a little bit up-tightabout your ugly habit to plant anger in my mouthYeah, uh-hu.Truth from your lips is like snow on ChristmasThese days it just melts or stays awayI could easily believe the things you sayYou’re such an actorbut you’re playing far too welland your grammar’s always wrongYeah. Uh-huYeah. Uh-hu