Из альбома: America’s Sweetheart
Oh all the things
I'll never do to you
Oh honey do all the things
I'll never do to you
Sorry 'bout the fire
Sorry 'bout the torch
Sorry i had to have my revenge
Send it in a note
Suid you cannot go
Say you were sick, you cant get dressed
Come on be on fire
Come on be a liar
My dress is the prettiest
Cover me in burns
Everyone take a turn
I'm already humiliated
My oh my baby you do reflect the sun
My oh my baby you were almost golden
My oh my oh how you do reflect the sun
My oh my baby you were almost golden
Sorry 'bout the fire
Sorry 'bout the torch
Sorry i had to have my revenge
Send it in a note
Say you cannot come
Say you are still tied to the bed
When's he gonna come
When's he gonna spring
When's he gonna crawl out in public
When's he gonna come
screaming bombs away
When's he gonna kill me in this room
My oh my he's in his gloriousness
Watch him tear me down with such a vengeance
Hold on to me
Yeah baby hold hold on tight
Yeah well just see which one of us gets out alive
Oh honey do all the things I'd never do to you
Cover me in fire
Cover me in lies
Thats' just your entertainment
Sorry i'm upset
Walked a mile behind
I was stuck and you still in a daze