MOG

Hands on your arm as she greets all your friends

Only the truth she reckons she holds
It's only the truth she holds in her hands

So it's easier for her to drown you

She lifts up her glass as if to bring down the mass
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Then with a twist of lime it seems a bitter end
Climbing the stairs as if to follow her dress
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
She's in the one by the riverbank
The girl with many different strategies
And she claims, oh, she claims
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Her golden laced boots may stop you right there
Only the truth she reckons she holds
The way she walks is scripted and taught
See by her hands that she's been there before
Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees