Tekster: The Venetia Fair. I'm Still Amazed.

"Save it!"
She stopped and soberly said,
"That sort of sexless exclamation simply doesn't seem to sit too well with me
So if you're gonna sell it better
Give it some melody, baby,
Give it some melody, baby."
OH!

And so I straightened my posture.
I bent and belted my tones.
And now we're cookin' with fire, babe, but I gotta say

I'm still amazed the way you barely blame yourself.
Baby, I'm still amazed that there's always somebody else.
And I'm still amazed you stomached it.

I read your book, babe, cover to cover.
You covet carelessly, then cleverly come clean incompletely,
Completely leaving me believing
Even when I've seen the treason with my eyes.
It's like you're some kind of goddamn sociopath.
OH!

Past the point of redemption.
Painful, permanent scars!
Now we're cooking with fire, babe, but I gotta say

I'm still amazed the way you barely blame yourself!
Baby, I'm still amazed that there's always somebody else.
And I'm still amazed the way you barely blame yourself.
(Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned my body down?)
Baby, I'm still amazed that there's always somebody else.
(Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned me?)
And I'm still amazed you stomached it.

OH!

Past the point of redemption.
Painful, permanent scars!
(Give it some melody, baby.
Give it some melody, baby.
Give it some melody, baby.
Give it some melody, baby.)

Now we're cooking with fire, babe, but I gotta say
I'm still amazed the way you barely blame yourself!
Baby, I'm still amazed that there's always somebody else.
And I'm still amazed the way you barely blame yourself.
(Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned my body down?)
Baby, I'm still amazed that there's always somebody else.
(Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned me?)
I'm still amazed you stomached it.