He whispers secrets through her thick moustache She listens to him flex her cigarette ash And smoke hangs there with curtains and hides her lips She hopes that elements work on her healthy wrists I know it was you, I know it was you Cause everyone requires a plan I can't give you, it's all been a sleight of hand I know it was you, I know it was you I know it was you, I know it was you *
