Vanity Fair from WEEKNIGHTS by The Welcome

"Vanity Fair"

Baby, I've been watching you
Lately, trying to talk to you
These patient vertebrae
Have so much they could say

You've got your eyes pointed at me
But your body is a creature
That turns to the light from the exit sign

I know that you're looking at my hips
And I'm feeling kind of split
'Cause you're beautiful (yeah!)
But I won't fall for your fiction

Chorus:
Please don't just magazine me
Feed me idle things I don't need

I know that you're living by yourself
I could fill up those vacancies
The heat that I give you
Will help me to continue
Moving you towards the darkest rooms

Baby, I've been watching you
Maybe, I'll go home with you
But I see what you're trying to do
I'll do what I wanna do, not cause you want me to

Chorus

And I swear that it's not fiction...

Please don't just magazine me
Feed me idle shit I don't need

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