Missy Higgins - Tricks Lyrics
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Tricks
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What Are The Lyrics For Tricks By Missy Higgins?
I’m done with poetry
I’m done with prose I’m done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes I’m done with dancing on this here box Like a begging dog I’m done with smoke screens And fancy veils I’m done with all this petty decorating of myself I’m hanging up these Whistles and bells 'Cause I can tell That none of my tricks work on you No matter what I do You seem to see straight through Why don’t they work on you? I’m done with high heels Ribbons and bows I’m done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no I’ve got no cards left up my sleeve I’ve tried everything to please But none of my tricks work on you No matter what I do You seem to see straight through Why don’t they work on you? Guess you should want me the way I am Truth is I want to be more than that So I’m gonna find me someone to believe Only the versions I show them of me Yeah I’m gonna find me someone I can Hold in the palm of my hand 'Cause none of my tricks work on you No matter what I do You seem to see straight through Why don’t they work on you? Why don’t my tricks work Why don’t my tricks work Why don’t my tricks work on you baby? Why don’t my trick work, why don’t all my tricks work Why don’t my tricks work on you? 'Cause you’re the only one I wanna fool |
Who Wrote Tricks By Missy Higgins?
Katie Herzig, Melissa Morrison Higgins
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What's The Duration Of The Tricks By Missy Higgins?The duration of Tricks is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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