Tekster: Little Beirut. Fear Of Heaven. No One Special.

I?m a doormat, if you please
Your personal parentheses
I built the altar of devotion
Would you take my love to task?
And our splendour in the grass?
Will you tell your boyfriends I was no one?
No one special
If you have no one
Nobody who?s at your command
I?ll be your man
When you have no one
Nobody to boss you around
I?ll be your man
Belladonna put to rest
If I could get you off my chest
I?d perfect the art of being lonesome
?cause there ain?t a girl alive
who could love you and survive
Handing my out valentines to no one
No one special