Из альбома: All My Friends Are Enemies: Early Rarities
You're looking quite sharp, sugar
You've Got Some Teeth on that stare
You've got them tattered blue jeans on
You've done that thing with your hair
This bed could use a secret and these pounding hearts could keep it
If you could, i could, i swear
You turned me on and i'd like to know if you were trying
Angel we are so gone
By tonight, the earth bursts open, we shed this clothing
And you'll see my from the angle that you missed
You're looking high strung sugar Why don't you sink a little bit?
Into the sea of sweat our skin can spit
It was good to keep me guessing because you know i hate attention,
But can we get down to it? Can we get down to it?
Nothing exists but this