Madcap - Under Suspicion Lyrics
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Under Suspicion
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What Are The Lyrics For Under Suspicion By Madcap?
Through eyes made of glass I watch her
Always in focus I snap away Like a spider I crawl through the places No one really wants to be Paid money to bring home the bad news About that lipstick you've never seen And the red dress... oh how cute She is such a bad girl, you better believe She is under suspicion She is under suspicion but you don't wanna hear about it Out of the office, right to the motel Always in focus I snap away Close your door while she's closing the oven Both cooking underneath the heat Paid money to bring home the bad news He ain't getting paid for working late One more meal alone in the house now He's such a bad boy, you better believe He is under suspicion He is under suspicion but you don't wanna hear about it Decisions get made, some bad, some good But don't make a mistake, cause I'll be there And now I have them, I've got them Snap away Through moonlight shadows I watch them Listen through the sounds of a pouring rain One on the balcony, the other in a backseat Both think the other is home fast asleep Paid money to bring home the bad news It's not what it seems but it never is Mommy and daddy made mistakes like they all do But they didn't know I was watching them They are under suspicion They are undersuspicion And they don't wanna hear about it |
Who Wrote Under Suspicion By Madcap?
Jacob Margolis, John Mastantuono, Jordan Johnson, Lee Lebaigue
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What's The Duration Of The Under Suspicion By Madcap?The duration of Under Suspicion is 4:14 minutes and seconds. |
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