LYRICS

You make me your number, forever fearful busy,
I even pretend to believe, just born with luck.
If I decide to catch, have to putt from me.

I smell something now, you rotate my numbers,
but maybe someday you’ll get hurt from me.

Chorus:
Once you find him, you’ll find him,
what you need at any cost.
that I am correct, but for a time,
not think I’m yours at any price.

it is true I am a woman, I know the place home,
but must occasionally someone to give you a lesson.
Once I create problems, have to putt from me.

I smell something now, you rotate me numbers,
but maybe someday you’ll get hurt from me.

Chorus: (x3)