Too Late.
Look at what you started
Look at what you've done
You've gone and made me the monster
You knew I would become
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
My lips they come undone.
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
Thomas White - Too Late Lyrics
Thomas White - Too Late Lyrics
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Too Late.
Look at what you started
Look at what you've done
You've gone and made me the monster
You knew I would become
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
My lips they come undone.
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
Look at what you started
Look at what you've done
You've gone and made me the monster
You knew I would become
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
My lips they come undone.
You you can't control me
And it's only just begun.
Your hands run down my body
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
You hand me tripping on my fingertips
You had me running for the hell of it
And I can't stop, your too late
Writer: MICHAEL JAMES WHITE, PAUL SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC