Do you remember when I had, I had
In my twenties I was serious, serious
In order to try getting out my maximum
But I was drinking Cuba in a shoddy little bar
Yeah, I like doing it, it's true, true
But I won't get tied up with your friends, tied up
You know I lose my patience, but
I don't judge
I say fuck it, but with the face of an angel
Oooh, I'll learn, I'll learn
That clothes don't maketh the monk
Oooh, you laugh, but you lie, but
Bites from a cobra and they believe you
Cobra
Cobra
Bites from a cobra and they believe you
You're right, I believed it less
My heart doesn't twerk if I see you
If you wanted a show on the street on Saturday
Next time, yes, make them pay me
Oooh, I'll learn, I'll learn
That clothes don't maketh the monk
Oooh, you laugh, but you lie, but
Bites from a cobra and they believe you
Cobra
Cobra
Bites from a cobra and they believe you
Trusting each other is difficult
It's never as you say
When I gave you a hand, you bit it
You wound me, but how fucking hard is it
To give your word, if when you then turn around
They're all cobras that bite
Mom said on the phone
Do it yourself, because then they screw you over
I'm out of oxygen