she's out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes

misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet


her social deviance is teasing me I know what I want



and i'm really gonna really let her know (woah)

that I like her but I just dont care enough

to fool around with love



yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash

sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm

just another modern swinger

screaming "catch me if you can" with a cigarette in hand

and it's love,

it's heavy and it hurts and it's love



strung out on blow she doesnt know why shes not feeling good

dropped out of school and now shes moving out to Hollywood

her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far



and i'm really gonna really let her know (woah)

that I like her but I just dont care enough

to fool around with love



yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter

yeah my baby's smooth as sandpape,r warm just like the winter

screaming "catch me if you can" with a cigarette in hand

and its love

its heavy and it hurts and its love



staring at my shoes thinking of something to say

but nothing's better than what silence is saying

when every time I turn around she's always looking away

it's just the nature of the game that we're playing



And I think I'm tapping out,

I think I'm gonna skip the title bout

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