Everyone Requires A Plan

He whispers secrets through a thick mustache And she listens to him flicks her cigarette's ash And smoke hangs velvet curtains, and hides her lips And she hopes to hell it's worth all her health risks I know it was you I know it was you Cause everyone requires a plan I can give you It's all been a sleight of hand I know it was you I know it was you

He susurra secretos a través de un bigote grueso Y ella lo escucha prende su cigarro Y fuma cortinas de terciopelo, y esconde sus labios Y ella espera que valga la pena todos los riesgos Se que eras tu Se que eras tu Porque todos requieren un plan Puedo darte Todo ha sido habilidad de mano Se que eras tu Se que eras tu