elbow
i've got your number
Don't put this note by your face on the pillow Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools I pray you always need them Chorus I know what you have done Throwing advice like grenades at the table You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel Grow a fucking heart love Chorus I know what you have done I've got your number.