She's got a secret in her closet
She's got an army at her fingertips
To catch her and move you from her way
She's got a moment of rejection
She's got a pickle of perfection
And a dreamstate that makes her flick your tongue

She's got a party dancing in her head
She's got a tatoo of a cupid
And a killer with a heart of gold
She's playing stupid and the teacher
She's dodging bullets while plucking feathers
Of your white wings to wear them in her hair

You better wake up
You better notice
You better look out for the obvious
And then go on like every single day
You better wake up
You better notice
You better look out for the obvious
And then go on like every single day