Текст: Sean Fournier. Paper Tiger. Weathervane.

My God, you're a crazy mother f*cker.
Everybody wants to know your name.
You got the world wrapped around your finger,
but I see through you like a window pane.

'Cause I don't need no weathervane
to know which way the wind is blowin',
but you blow me away. Yes you do.

And you say you'll never find another,
but you lift them up to watch them fall.
All in all, you'll come to discover:
It's all good until your conscience calls.

When he says, Oh my my.
I'm gonna catch up with you.

'Cause I don't need no weathervane
to know which way the wind is blowin',
but you blow me away. Yes you do.

If I find my girl, I'd never hurt her.
If I had a chance to go, I'd never desert her.
And that's all she needs to know.
But, girl, with that smile
you could get away with murder.

Oh my my.
I'm gonna catch up with you.

'Cause I don't need no weathervane
to know which way the wind is blowin',
but you blow me away. Yes you do

(Thanks to Sean Fournier for these lyrics)