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