I'll you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your at stake My set is amazing, it even like a street a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up Some make you sing and some you scream One makes you wish you'd never been seen But a shop on the corner that's selling pappier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Manson, Cassius clay If you it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! Anyone out Any time?" Tres butch little number whines, "Hey dirty, I you When it's good, really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my For I put all I in another bed
On another floor, in the of a car In the like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a kind But we can't stop trying we break up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who you on the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the holding hands