Sham on
I know that you're kind of
Involved with the man
Hispanic, he looks quite familiar
Though sparks make it hard
To distinguish your pain
You're managing high heels indeed
It's not 'bout your closet
It's not 'bout your legs
You're just so fucking naí¯ve
Hooked up with the coolest geezer in town
Spinning all heads in the streets
I know it's just a matter of time
Though time wont make it easier
for me to see through
'Cause guys wanna leave their wives
Well, that's what they say,
When she's passing by
She thinks it's for real
She's unaware, so baby sham on
Last night I saw you
Strolling down New Rochelle
The Astro-turf covered suburbia
I hide in my driveway, pretending I'm not
Gazing in mute admiration
Just fix your tights and you shall be keen
Though sky's all grey and you're so humble
Down on your knees
'Cause guys wanna leave their wives
Well, that's what they say
When she's passing by
Her life is surreal
She's unaware, so baby sham on
-x- milou
