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