Angus Cooke - WTC #7 lyrics

Everything was going fine I thought that you were mine And then I read your e-mail I read between the lines Feelin' paranoid I heard you got another boy Are you pulling me down cos the facts don't compound World Trade Center Number Seven Trade Center Number Seven World Trade Center Number Seven Trade Center Number Seven Tinted windows on your van Now you got that spray-on tan What will I find when I go through your purse Steve and Charlie's numbers or something worse Got me hidin' under my bed I got aluminum foil around my head I read it on a blog I found Said I'm goin' down World Trade Center Number Seven Trade Center Number Seven World Trade Center Number Seven Trade Center Number Seven I don't wanna go down For no good reason Baby don't you pull me down For no good reason World Trade Center Number Seven Don't wanna go down Trade Center Number Seven World Trade Center Number Seven Don't wanna go down Trade Center Number Seven Woooah