Slow Hands – Azealia Banks (originally by Interpol)

Yeah, but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you’ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah, we slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit, my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can you see what you’ve done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah, we slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, yeah, we slow hands
You let the face slap around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
We retire like nobody else

We spies, yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself