So here am I quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed
Questions always questions
I`ll just speak in slow motion,
About obsessions with boys on the floor.
Take that smile off your face,
Wipe that tear from your eye,
Don`t say you`re sorry for me.
Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag
And I`ll let you feel exactly like I do,
It`s so disgusting I`m so tired of rhythm
And needles in arms,
I don`t want your point of view.
Nothing to do,
Nothing to steal,
And there`s nothing to say.
Love it love it I need to.