Liza - Zsela

It don’t look good

It don’t look good

It don’t look good

It don’t look good on you

Well, I wish you would

I wish you would

I wish you would

Take it out on me

Take it out on me

I’m telling you 'bout Liza

I’m telling you 'bout Liza

I’m telling you 'bout Liza

Why don’t you

Falling in line

You blame it on my ways

You’re, you’re falling in line

You blame it on my ways

Call me out

Why don’t you call me out?

Why don’t you call me out?

When the quiet comes

And they don’t know your name

In the houses where the money’s made

Or where all your secrets don’t mean a thing

When the storm begins to wind again

It don’t cost much to lose it

It don’t cost much to lose it

It don’t cost much to lose it, oh