Im in love
With an icon. I didnt expect him to call
Im crushed and ground in some disaster
I feel like a criminal
Turn out the light, dont crush me
I get a bruise and Im not even touching, touching
Are you sincere or are you dangling bair
And if I bit will you judge me
I dont know whats genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin
I dont know whats genuine
I think about this is a grin with a ? ? ? ? ?
I thought I couldnt be touched until they tagged me out
And I didnt even feel it at all
The bigger the hands, so full of s***
The neighborhood is one crowded bed
Theyre all so strange ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ?
I dont know whats genuine
So I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin
I dont know whats genuine
Oh Im losing control
Whos in control
Im losing control
Cant be touched
I dont know whats genuine
So I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad lynch pin
I dont know whats genuine