Body Paint

For a master of deception and subterfuge

You've made yourself quite the bed to lie in

Do your time travelin' through the tannin' booth

So you don't let the sun catch you cryin'

So predictable, I know what you're thinkin'

My teeth are beatin' and my knees are weak

It's as if there's somethin' up with the wirin'

You can poke your head behind the mountain peak

Don't have to mean that you've gone into hidin'

So predictable, I know what you're thinkin'

I'm watchin' your every move

I feel the tears are comin' on

It won't be long

It won't be long

Straight from the cover shoot

Still a trace of body paint

On your legs and on your arms and on your face

And I'm keepin' on my costume

And callin' it a writin' tool

And if you're thinkin' of me

I'm probably thinkin' of you

There's still a trace of body paint

On your legs and on your arms and on your face

There's still a trace of body paint

On your legs and on your arms and on your face

There's still a trace of body paint

On your legs and on your arms and on your face

There's still a trace of body paint

On your legs and on your arms and on your face

So predictable, I know what you're thinkin'

Ooh, ha

Yeah

Yeah