It's my arms that wrap you up nice
It's my arms, it's my arms, baby
Whisper away my future lately
Small rooms with record exec types I'll introduce you
I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
To producers I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold you'll find
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old Shock me with fear it's taking longer
Blood, sweat, and years will make me way damn stronger
It's my words that fail to give insight I blame you, blame me, baby
It suits me just fine These are the words that I'm saying
This is the package I'm sending These are the clothes that I'm wearing
These are the notes they're playing
I'll introduce you to producers I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
And it suits me just fine.
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