It was a kitchen cemetery of poses
Put in a spot of everlasting appeal
Holy water dripping over the roses
It stood me up as I was starting to kneel
I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no
And they say let them say what they want
But I'm not going to let you
'Cause I'm tired of messing around
And I'm willing to bet you
That you're messing my mind to the ground
I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending the smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no, not at all
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well, if you know me, then you'll never love me, woo
I'm shooting up a flare, woo
I'm shooting up a flare
It was a kitchen cemetery of poses
Put in a spot of everlasting appeal
Holy water dripping over the roses
It stood me up as I was starting to kneel
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