Hard to Look At
I'm just not your type
And maybe I'm lucky but still I just don't feel right
You could watch me go
But when I'm gone, you still won't know it
I've been told
To stay away from you
If I want to grow old
And now you've changed my mind over again
Too late to be friends
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Hard to look at
And don't you know that a drug can serve you well
You might get a tan from a vacation in hell
Nurture me and torture me and put me to the block
Why leave room for opportunity to knock?
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Hard to look at
Hard to look away
Writer/s: The Blue Moons
