It´s my arms that wrap you up nice
It´s my arms, it´s my arms baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately

I´ll introduce you to producers
I´ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter

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I´m so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old

Shock me with fear it´s taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger

It´s my words that fail to give insight
I blame you, blame me baby

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It suits me just fine

This is the package I´m sending
These are the clothes that I´m wearing
These are the words that I´m saying
These are the notes that they´re playing

I´ll introduce you to producers
I´ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter

[Chorus]

And it suits me just fine