Play Along from Peach by The Total Bettys

Won't you
Won't you tell me something I don't
I don't know

Words are slipping through your teeth
But they won't go
Where I want them to go

I've been waiting all night for you to take me home

Show me each place where you lay your face

I'm mixed up; it's that time of night
I want to show you where I can go wrong
And I want you to play along

There's this weird kind of lens flair
In every single photo
I have ever seen of you

Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your mouth,
Oh babe If only
If only you knew

I've been working too hard for this thing to fall through

Show me each thread where you lay your head

And I want you to play along

Won't you tell me something I don't know?
Won't you tell me something I don't know?
Won't you tell me anything?
Won't you tell me?

I'm mixed up; it's that time of night
I want to show you where I can go wrong
And I want you to play along

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