Headache from the drifting sound
The bullshit poured incessantly
And I started to drown
I started to drown
Well I started to…
My perversions pave the path
The cowboy boots shuffled on the bar
Her wealth carried itself to the darker half of my heart
Meeting time was midnight
On the lower east side
South of heaven
On the jukebox
Our tongues pleasantly collide
Collide
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She’s left her mark
I’m not ready yet
I’m not ready yet
Too much to soon
Her attitude
Led me to presume
That I was ready
For everything
That she said before me
There she was in
All the glory
My Brooklyn bed time story
Which began with Bullworth
Ended up quite gory
You’re quite gory
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She’s left her mark
I’m not ready yet
I’m not ready yet
Though, I wanted it all
She gave it up
And so quick
I was used
Too innocent
She used large pink instruments
Used large pink instruments
Too much to soon
Too much to soon
It was too much for even me
Its too much
Just too much
Just too much
As the avenue's descending
Its a lack of apprehension
That is making my
Making my
My stomach turn
My stomach turn
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She’s left her mark
I’m not ready yet
I’m not ready yet
Though I wanted it all
She gave it up
And so quick
I was used
Too innocent
She used large pink instruments
Used large pink instruments
Too much to soon
Too much to soon
It was too much for even me
It’s too much
It’s too much
It’s too much
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She’s left her mark
I’m not ready yet
Tug and pull at her reign
She screams and screams
And screams and screams
Screams and screams