I know kerosene, I´m not dumb, mommy I´ve got flesh from the meanies between my teeth Felt so terribly, rude and crude to be Showing up at your house, seeking remedy But should I say I´m wrong for that? (For that?)
Don´t wanna feel the backhand of whiplash I fantasize behind your back (Your back) Call your name, eat you like crème brûlée
I am devolving, I am losing steam I have been passing out on the balance beam You are so extreme, you are so supreme Shot me right in the head with a laser beam I don´t wanna be dark like that (That) Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée
Baby too drunk to hold my keys Can´t be fucked to wait with me Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah I can´t open my eyes It´s the worst kind of high Baby too drunk to hold my keys Baby too drunk to hold