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Sheâs got the eyes of a snake- loaded dice- raising stakes from a cash cow.
Iâll be her burn victim- hypothermic- so damn hot.
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I woke up in the name that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed.
And itâs ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Donât ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that itâs on me.
Sheâs got the touch of an anesthesiologist- please put me under.
Because I tremble with the notion that thereâs something unsaid
But numb my head Iâll mumble reticently I wonder how I
I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I couldâve thought was
âThis wonât have to end if it doesnât start.â
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Donât ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that itâs on me.
Iâll never know. Iâll never know. Iâll never know. Iâll never know what itâs like.
What itâs like to love you.
Iâll never know. Iâll never know. Iâll never know. Iâll never know what itâs like.
What itâs like to love you.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Heart blue-er than my balls.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that itâs on me.
- Album:
- Everything is a Lot
- Self-ish