Irena Berti - Don’t Look At Me That Way

Don't look at me with reproach in your eyes
Don't look, don't look at me that way
Don't look at me with reproach in your eyes
Don't look, don't look at me that way
I hold no contempt for you, none that I hide
But I love how your gaze softly lingers
And the meek little cunning you wear like a veil
Yes, you seem to me fallen and stretched on the ground
And I'll gladly admit what I'm seeing
Like a fox playing dead in the snow
Luring crows into reach with her scheming
Well, so what — lure away, I won't flinch