Cut Me Baby

Lay your kisses upon my head
We're laughing now, how I've turned a [?]
With more emotion than a length of width
How much can you feel?

Filling holes in my [?] mind's eye
With everything I was scared to try
Like sweeping glass underneath her thigh
She said, "Cut me, baby"

I saw the band and the band was bland
Some New Wavers with a three tiered stand
I wanted Iggy, [?] Iggy's hand
To hear the girls squeal

A blazing sun more [?]
Still in the club, stuck in triangle time
With a five hundred dollar bottle of wine
It seems such a steal