A forgotten mink's an excuse to come back
You must admit this one's from the back of the pack
A woman has no right smelling like a flower
Tell me what she's doing here at this hour
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
An undercurrent of guesses and facts
Pick the pieces looking through the cracks
I'll be the one that keeps it together
When nobody knows you're under the weather
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turnaround Video (MV)
Performed By: Wild Accusations
Length: 3:01
Written by: Alex Poterack, Chase Montecalvo, Sarah Reusché
Wild Accusations - Turnaround Lyrics
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A forgotten mink's an excuse to come back
You must admit this one's from the back of the pack
A woman has no right smelling like a flower
Tell me what she's doing here at this hour
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
An undercurrent of guesses and facts
Pick the pieces looking through the cracks
I'll be the one that keeps it together
When nobody knows you're under the weather
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
You must admit this one's from the back of the pack
A woman has no right smelling like a flower
Tell me what she's doing here at this hour
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
An undercurrent of guesses and facts
Pick the pieces looking through the cracks
I'll be the one that keeps it together
When nobody knows you're under the weather
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Songs will always be what I wish I said
But I know I'm always somewhere in the back of your head
Skirting the edge of what we might mean
Meeting in the middle just to try to glean
Forgave you a thousand times
I built an arsenal of your debt
Year after year I hold onto my shot
And constantly remind you what you've got
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Turn around
There's a part of you
I could not ever lose
Writer: Alex Poterack, Chase Montecalvo, Sarah Reusché
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid