The Strangers

The Strangers

St. Vincent

Lover, I don't play to win
Befall the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a fight
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

Playboys under your mattress, like I wouldn't notice
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep

Desperate don't look good on you, neither does your virtue
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

Good souls have won better sons, better sons were worse once
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?
What do I keep from all the stranger who sleep where I sleep

You showed up with a black eye looking to finish a fight
Lover, I don't play to win
Befall the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

Written by ANNE ERIN CLARK
Published by CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP

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