Gigolo Aunts - Her Face Contorted lyrics

S. Hurley I've got something about me that likes to make woman cry He turns around in his slouch and exhales a smoky sigh They'd been talking over wine, yes He was toying with her kindness Her face contorted, tailored for tears Her face contorted, spilled salty fears I can be subtile in torture and honesty take the blame He takes a look in the mirror and hangs his eyes in shame He'd been playing with her softness He was planting guilt with a kiss With her he loved no one but her With her he hurt no one but her Himself he only loved himself Himself he hurt no one but self I can be lonely in evenings spent reading magazines He takes the phone from the craddle and sets it back in grief From the corner of her mough came the twitch Only when she sobbed had he itched