Molehills Songtext
These are not my hands
This is not my open mouth
I watch me play my part with feeling, fire and heart
I know these lines so well
But these are not my words
And you are not my valentine
I chitchat, flirt and smile, deceived by my own guile
Bewitched by my own spell
"Beware the modest mole, with his big, friendly jazz hands: his black fur, made for fondling; and small, kind eyes. He hides violence in his smile, and venom in his kiss."
These are not my friends
This is not my family
I play along to please, I fight away the freeze
I swallow back my yell
I watch me play my part with feeling, fire and heart
I know these lines so well
These are not my ears that hear you, these are not my kissing lips
And these are not my arms that hold you, these are not my breasts, my hips
And these are not my eyes that smile, and these are not my legs that part
This is not my voice that calls you, this is not my head, my heart
"The common mole lives in a tunnel system, which it constantly extends. Within these dark burrows he hunts, using his toxic bite to paralyse his prey. so that his meal can be stored alive and eaten later."
This is not my open mouth
I watch me play my part with feeling, fire and heart
I know these lines so well
But these are not my words
And you are not my valentine
I chitchat, flirt and smile, deceived by my own guile
Bewitched by my own spell
"Beware the modest mole, with his big, friendly jazz hands: his black fur, made for fondling; and small, kind eyes. He hides violence in his smile, and venom in his kiss."
These are not my friends
This is not my family
I play along to please, I fight away the freeze
I swallow back my yell
I watch me play my part with feeling, fire and heart
I know these lines so well
These are not my ears that hear you, these are not my kissing lips
And these are not my arms that hold you, these are not my breasts, my hips
And these are not my eyes that smile, and these are not my legs that part
This is not my voice that calls you, this is not my head, my heart
"The common mole lives in a tunnel system, which it constantly extends. Within these dark burrows he hunts, using his toxic bite to paralyse his prey. so that his meal can be stored alive and eaten later."
