Dirty Magazines

Old dirty magazines under my bed
Really something you don’t need, carefully tread
Secrets I can’t let you see for better though
Wonder what you think of me, it’s hard to know
Ooh, I’m trying to hide it
Ohh, ohh, not compromising
Ohh, you’re not invited
So you won’t see
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Ooh, ooh, if I told you what would it achieve, yeah
What would it achieve if I told you so?
Ooh, ooh, if I told you what would you receive, yeah
What would you receive if you had to know?
Speak the truth, on Sundays I still bring my bread
And listen to everything the pastor says, yeah
But for you some things are better left unsaid
So now you won’t see
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
For magazines are secrets under our bed
Bogus to our closest friends and hope that they won’t care
Or some day they’ll forget
And if some day never comes around then we’ll pretend
We’ll try to pretend
Dust builds, covers fade, but pages still remain
Sweep them under the rug and watch the ink begin to stain
Blink and hope for change, but change won’t ever come
'Less we share our magazines, vulnerability is love
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, you won’t see my dirty magazines
(Nah-ah) My magazines (Nah-ah)
Oh no, but if you show me your magazines
Your magazines
Then oh no, I guess that you can see my magazines
I guess that you can see my magazines