Текст: Janet Leon. The Cover Up.

I don?t know what you?re thinkin?
But I guess you?re not concerned about the way I feel
Hey what?s the deal
I don?t know what you?re doin?
But I?m feelin? that you?re playin? me just like a fool
And that ain?t cool

I picture her with you
She?s lyin? in your bed
Her hand is on your chest
Her head?s on your shoulder
It?s like a deja vu
I know just where you?ve been
Or is it just my wild
Imagination messin? with my mind

I keep starin? at the door
Hopin? that it opens up
Or did you set me up
My heart can?t take no more
I keep lookin? at the clock
As I?m tryin? to figure out the cover up

It?s been a couple of hours
Since I last spoke to you

And suddenly I can?t get through
What?s up with you?
Isn?t it ironic
You say you really want it
Then you don?t show up I?ve had enough

I picture her with you
She?s lyin? in your bed
Her hand is on your chest
Her head?s on your shoulder
It?s like a deja vu
I know just where you?ve been
Or is it just my wild
Imagination messin? with my mind

I keep starin? at the door
Hopin? that it opens up
Or did you set me up
My heart can?t take no more
I keep lookin? at the clock
As I?m tryin? to figure out the cover up