Paper Trail
Every time I look at you,
It's like I see right through,
All the secrets that you sell,
You're the girl I used to know so well,
I used to know so well...
On the front of a magazine,
All the pages in between,
All the secrets that you sell,
You're the girl I used to know so well,
I used to know so well...
And now you leave a paper trail,
Of all the secrets that you sell,
And now you leave a paper trail,
I hope you're well,
I hope you're well...
R.Allen/J.Brandon