Look at you with these bloodshot eyes and tell you (tell me) a little white lie I often tell myself. The truth is ugly, and weâre all monsters.
So letâs take this, and weâll run with it: âweâre all beautiful peopleâ
Maybe I wonât have to fuck you until I love you. Maybe itâll come naturally; maybe Iâll cum naturally.
Truth is: Iâll love you until the lust runs out. And Iâm so scared to be alone that Iâve become accident prone into a monster that would make Furrigno proud.
But shhh...We both know weâre only foolinâ. Fooling each other ourselves.
Itâs a secret that we donât have to know because ignorance is bliss and weâve become little kids and Tale Spin is no description â itâs a show.
When we wanted it we couldnât have it. Now that we can we donât want shit.
and Iâm still feeling Baloo.
So letâs roll over and go back to sleep. And pretend this all happened; only better.
When we wanted it we couldnât have it. Now that we can we donât want shit.
and Iâm still feeling Baloo.
So letâs take this (take this), and weâll run with it (run with it): âweâre all beautiful peopleâ
Maybe I wonât have to fuck you until I love you.