100 Other Lovers - DeVotchKa

I will admit

I am embarrassed by your grace

And the complete look of boredom upon your face

You want to be a million miles from this place

You want to get on with my untimely disgrace

I am alone

I am in love with an idea

Sophisticated Neurological appeals

I want to negotiate some kind of a deal

I want to tear it open show you that it’s real

Oh the things I will believe

Ignore the hundred lovers

You got hidden up your sleeve

The words come easily

And they sound so lovely

I guess it’s just as easy if you lie to me

Everybody they got all kinds of advice

They want to tell you

Just how you should live your life

But who exactly am I supposed to believe?

Am I supposed to let you walk away from me?

I know it’s coming

I can feel it in my bones

This is information you already know

Even if it’s only temporarily

Give the illusion tonight you belong to me

Oh the things I will believe

Ignore the hundred lovers

You got hidden up your sleeve

The words come easily

And they sound so lovely

I guess it’s just as easy if you lie to me