Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Sal Villanueva, artist - Taking Back Sunday. Date of issue: 08.04.2002
Song language: English
The Ballad of Sal Villanueva |
| It’s not that I don’t trust you |
| Well I just know what you’ve been up too |
| And well this dial tone is agreeing with everything I’ve had in mind. |
| And you’ve got your high as a kite tricks in the bag. |
| So as his eyes move past your shoulder |
| And your shades start moving in the same direction |
| Don’t worry I, well I won’t say a thing. |
| And you can’t blame a girl for (you can’t blame a girl for) |
| Stickin' to what she knows.(stickin' to what she knows) |
| I hope he takes his time |
| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight |
| I hope that when he leaves, |
| You still smell him on your sheets |
| Cause I can, I can. |
| I hope he takes his time |
| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight |
| I hope that when he leaves, |
| You still smell him on your sheets |
| Cause I can, I can. |
| If I could get to sleep |
| Then, I guess you could stop pretendin'. |
| Cause if I didn’t think you loved it, |
| Well then I wouldn’t play along |
| And you’ve got your high as a (you've got your high as a) |
| Kite tricks in the bag.(kite tricks in the bag) |
| I hope he takes his time |
| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight |
| I hope that when he leaves, |
| You still smell him on your sheets |
| Cause I can, I can. |
| I hope he takes his time |
| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight |
| I hope that when he leaves, |
| You still smell him on your sheets |
| Cause I can, I can. |
| You’re down for sellin' me out |
| While I play dumb, |
| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you, |
| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet. |
| You’re down for sellin' me out |
| While I play dumb, |
| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you, |
| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet. |
| You’re down for sellin' me out |
| While I play dumb, |
| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you, |
| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet. |
| Forget your legs around my hips. |
| Forget your hands pressed on my back. |
| Forget the letters that I kept. |
| This is another I won’t send. |
| Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs. |
| Forget our one last kiss goodnight. |
| Forget me stakin' out your house. |
| Forget I’ve got you figured out. |
| Forget your legs around my hips. |
| Forget your hands pressed on my back. |
| Forget the letters that I kept. |
| This is another I won’t send |