Blind Side from Tactics by Alma Cook

It's just a trick of the light
That makes your teeth look brighter than white.
Your skin doesn't really shine;
It just caught the glare off mine for a second, darling.

I could say that you're too tall,
With flavor that dissolves when you look at the long haul,
'Cause beneath the superficial lies and the doe eyes
You're not a pretty creature after all.

CHORUS:
But it's not true;
I'll never justify my blind side like I want to.
It's not about you,
But I'm gonna let hindsight clear up my view.

Don't even gotta pretend
That they don't stop when you walk in.
'Cause no matter the time they spend,
You're just a one hit wonder to them; they don't love you, darling.

I could say it's the first time
I noticed you'd arrived turning heads with your hands tied,
And I could say I never stare at your black hair
With envy that could eat a girl alive.

CHORUS

• Emily King
• R&B/Soul
• bass
• beat
• drums
• funky
• guitar
• jazz
• jealousy
• neosoul
• piano
• pop
• saxophone
• singer-songwriter
• spoken word
• trumpet
• Los Angeles