To loving you is like making love to mannequin
You have a pretty shell, closed tightly from within
You talk to me, but it's just a word with no expression
You are most out-of-body stuff I've ever seen
Skeletons in curtain pleats
Skeletons in curtain pleats
You're hiding skeletons in bedroom's curtain pleats
I saw you dancing to the din at the deserted streets
And I can only guess which feelings you disguise from me
I'll get no wonder if your heart does not exist
To loving you is like making love to mannequin
You have a pretty shell, closed tightly from within
You talk to me, but it's just a word with no expression
You are most out-of-body stuff I've ever seen
Skeletons in curtain pleats
Skeletons in curtain pleats
