Daryl Palumbo - Piano lyrics

Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a rock star "I only beat you when I'm drunk You're only pretty when you're crying." We are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire Three times alone this week I was made into a liar Whether (or not) I found the gold I never told Richer: I Brilliant white I I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches Give me what you've got, girl And scratch it because it itches Call me Chameleon And set this air afire Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a liar Maybe not Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I am scared? What did I say to you? Step into A pot of gold Rejoice in fire That which soon burns cold What did I say to you? I can't deny The throat, the love, sincerity I can't deny it "I've got to keep my P.M.A."