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Texty: Beady Belle. Ambush.

I've fallen to an unarmed ambush
Every time you cross my mind
I'm simply caught unaware when push comes to shove
Like I'm double-blind

My integrity slips through my fingers
And suddenly I don't know the woes
I lose my grip when I'm put through the ringer
Like a slippery bar of soap
Like a slippery bar of soap

You make me nervous
You make me shy
I'm acting stupid
I don't know why

I lose control
I lose my mind
And all the words
I try to find

I feel like a lady in waiting
A courture (?) to the great queen of fools
All my efforts at figure skating
Turns to wobbling on the frozen pools
Wobbling on frozen pools

You make me nervous
You make me shy
I'm acting stupid
I don't know why

I lose control
I lose my mind
And all the words
I try to find

Owing to my trembling instability
My appearance to you is a sham
All I want is all in sincerity
Just to show you who I am

You make me nervous
You make me shy
I'm acting stupid
I don't know why

You make me nervous
You make me shy
I'm acting stupid
I don't know why

I lose control
I lose my mind
And all the words
I try to find