Crooked

Let's hear it. What's your deal?
Your crooked smile and cigarette
What's on that crooked mind of yours
You puff those smokey halos
And like to call me angel
Out of your car window

Hey ho model dad
I smell Sunday dinner on your breath
You want a sweet size three
A place to sink those crooked teeth

Why You comin' down on me
Creepy crawlin' coughing out goodbyes
You make me sicker with your wicked eyes
Why You comin' down on me
Coming down on me

Don't try to toy around, I'm not your ragdoll
Ain't no lonely puppet to your master
Quit your shadow stalkin
Putting me through hell, quit thinking that you own me
You own me, cause you don't own me

Hey ho model dad
I smell Sunday dinner on your breath
You want a sweet size three
A place to sink those crooked teeth

Why You comin' down on me
Creepy crawlin' coughing out goodbyes
You make me sicker with your wicked eyes
Why You comin' down on me

I fell wise, to crooked eyes
I fell wise, to crooked eyes
I fell wise, to crooked eyes
I fell wise, to crooked eyes

Why You comin' down on me
Creepy crawlin' coughing out goodbyes
You make me sicker with your wicked eyes
Why You comin' down on me
Why You comin' down on me
Creepy crawlin' coughing out goodbyes
You make me sicker with your wicked eyes
Why You comin' down on me
Quit creepin on me