Whisper

It's my arms that, wrap you up nice It's my arms, my arms baby Small rooms with, record exec' types Whisper away my, future latelyI introduce you to producers I write your songs an' Make them way damn shorterI'm so confused This industry has made me cold you right I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting oldShocking with fear it's taking longer Blood sweating else will make me way damn stronger It's my words that, fail to give insight I blame you, blame you I blame meI'm so confused This industry has made me cold you right I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old It suits me just fine It suits me just fineThis is the package I'm sending An' these are the clothes that I'm wearing An' these are the words that I'm saying An' these are the notes that they are playingThis is the package I'm sending An' these are the clothes that I'm wearing An' these are the words that I'm saying An' these are the notes that they are playingI introduce you to producers I write your songs an' Make them way damn shorterI'm so confused This industry has made me cold you know right I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old It suits me just fine