3.My Cup Runneth Over
This pounding in my chest will be digested with a grain, Of salt
they couldn't find when disecting my brain, You found an avenue
to cross through like blood in my veins, Now just take up my
pulse and noise to hear the things I couldn't say, I hope that
you catch up when you catch on.
Chorus：I must be a dead give-away, If not I'm well on my way, Go
slow, Tip-toe, Don't give me away, I'm a dead give-away, If not
I'm well on my way, Go slow, Tip-toe, Don't give me away.
'Till my cup runneth over darlin'
Hit the nail on the head, Yeah hit it right on the nose, And
knock your crumbs and hesitations down like dominos, Where is
all my skill in clothes？, Wear all my fancy clothes, I keep
forgetting things I need to not be over the edge, Slow, Wait, I
hope that you catch up when catch on.
Chorus x2
My body's shakin' like an earthquake, I really wish I could
articulate, My body's shakin' like an earthquake, Shake, shake.
Chorus
Why don't you give me away？
Chorus
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