Testo Sneaking Around

Baby, you come whisper at my back door

What do I open it for?

I'm always happy to see your face

even though you are a disgrace


I'm sick of sneaking around



Hide your smile

it's broad daylight

and don't start thinking about last night

you can't say these things out loud

but I'm not leaving and I'm not proud


I'm sick of sneaking around



Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane

Take me on public transit

Express your feelings on the train

We travel together

over time zones and weather

never really touching the ground



The only evidence I have:

dirty pictures in my bag

Am I ever going to see where you live?

Am I ever going to meet your kid?



I'm sick of sneaking around