you’re so sweet your smile your pussy and your bones you’re on fire you move me like music with your style let me think (think about what?) about girls (and what else?) money and new clothes thirty nights (uh-huh) of violence (yeah?) and sugar to love come here come here closer to the lung so i can i can shove her over railing you’re sweet but i’m tired of proving this love see you’re a bore but you move me like a movie that you love... fucking rock star.