Song | Caviar |
Artist | The Icarus Line |
Album | Penance Soiree |
Looking like she needs a miracle, out here so late just looking for a drug. | |
Give her something so she can fall in love. | |
True love hits like death from above. | |
Let’s dance to the beat of a different drug. | |
She wants to feel real. | |
Let’s get protection out of thin air. | |
We sell injection. | |
Give me perfection. | |
I’ll sleep on the floor. | |
Tell them you were alone. | |
They’ll call you a whore. | |
Domesticated. | |
Devastated. | |
There’s no bright side. | |
You’ll make more. | |
Bitch pay for my ride. |
Looking like she needs a miracle, out here so late just looking for a drug. | |
Give her something so she can fall in love. | |
True love hits like death from above. | |
Let' s dance to the beat of a different drug. | |
She wants to feel real. | |
Let' s get protection out of thin air. | |
We sell injection. | |
Give me perfection. | |
I' ll sleep on the floor. | |
Tell them you were alone. | |
They' ll call you a whore. | |
Domesticated. | |
Devastated. | |
There' s no bright side. | |
You' ll make more. | |
Bitch pay for my ride. |