Misrepresented
Initially you looked like you'd looked like
You'd been sainted
But now I am acquainted
With your dark eyes and dirty mind

Was it uncalculated?
You took me by surprise
Getting all worked up
Under the table

Is your rage
A good indication?
'cuz you won't let on to me
What you know or you don't know

And you've got a certain detached glare
And I know what you're getting around to
Maybe you're already there

You've got a certain detached glare
And I know that you've gotten around to
Maybe you're already there

But oh you're wicked
You look so wicked

From the beginning
I made it clear
What I expected
But now I might regret that

'cuz mystery and misery
Can sometimes be
A call to action
And can be a source of passion

But oh you're wicked
You look so wicked

Well I can read your eyes
So say I'm the one you like
Well I can read your eyes
So say I'm the one you like
I'm the one you like
I'm the one you like
I'm the one you like
All the time