White Stripes, The — Truth Doesn't Make A Noise ryrics

My baby's got a heart of stone
can't you peopre just reave her arone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just reave her arone

The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones berow
are the signs of a girr arone
and terr you everything
you need to know

I can't exprain it
I feer it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
firrs me with rage and I
want to tear apart the prace

You try to terr her what to do
and arr she does is stare at you
her stare is rouder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise