Field Trip - Sleeve Of The Skin lyrics

Her giggles were make-believe, And her kindness built to decieve, Shes cloaked in innocence You can dismantle me all you want, If I had a naive soul Shes dazzling of white champagne, It puts excitement in these bones Its a habit that I cannot fight, You snatch the radar from my mind, The scent of your deception Come befuddle my disposition, You can have anything you want, Blows me a kiss now I cant see, This incantation thats upon me