Whistleblower - Bonaparte

I’m watching every movement of her hand so very closely

she bites her pouty red lips, is smoking camels mostly

she’s never been much good at being too lonely

only she knows when it’s gonna go off

Above the candy store she found a new face to spit on

she slaps it on, she always knows a warm lap to sit on

that hunger never dies, there’s nothing she’s afraid of

only she knows when it’s gonna go off

Whistle blower — blows her whistle — whistle blower

whistle blower — blows her whistle — whistle blower

Her love for you will always be one of no conditions

you look at her, she smiles a smile, a roomful of ambition

walking disaster but you’re worse off when she’s talking

only she knows when it’s gonna go off

Whistle blower — blows her whistle — whistle blower

whistle blower — blows her whistle — whistle blower

You soak her up like a sponge — a sponge that’s ready to drown

you lift her up and she pulls — she pulls you right back down

that hunger never dies there’s nothing she’s afraid of

only she knows when it’s gonna go off

Whistle blower — blows her whistle — whistle blower