Naive
ANNIKA ROSE, GRANT AVERILL, NICKI ADAMSSON
I feel like all the things you said before
Were poetry and nothing more
All those pretty things you said to me
Were just to get me not to leave, naive
Naive, naive
All the pictures you painted
Painted just to deceive
Oh, oh naive
Naive, naive
All the pictures you painted
Painted just to deceive
How could I be so naive?
Drowning in false securities
From I love you's
And you love me
You're probably saying the same thing
When you're with her
Thinking of me, naive
Naive, naive
All the pictures you painted
Painted just to deceive
Oh, oh naive
Naive, naive
All the pictures you painted
Painted just to deceive
How could I be so naive?
How could I be so naive?
How could I be so naive?