作曲 : Dance Club Massacre
I'll treat you like the ****** you want to get ****** by and then you can ****** yourself the way I couldn't. I'll shake the maracas like a champ, like a professional, but you won't dance for me though.
I know you like the blood on the back of my hand.
What did you expect of me? Prince charming is a ******'s tale, and I'm just staring in a bathroom mirror, into a montage.
Baby I'd pick your brain if I were a surgeon, but if I tried I'd end up in some desert heading for the same mirage.