Come in my thoughts Stomach in knots, and then Steps, gra**, gate, door Oh, you perfect stranger Elastic breaking dawn Last night’s outfit on From St. Kilda Towards St. Kilda West Start my walk of shamelessness Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary Construction men, whistling "Hey, sweetheart, where've you been?" Paper shop, buy a pen What a pretty neighborhood Stop short, remember him Biting hard between my legs Then no more talk inside my head Delicious feeling like I'm dead For just a second, shutting up A fire shock all in my gut I want to feel it over all the time I want to feel it over all the time Come back again Stop making friends It's a lot like Chapstick The effect wears off quick Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary Construction men, maybe eat Quick, consider motherhood Luna park, smiling head Call Melissa, dinner plans Walking by the esplanade Feel my stomach in his hands (I want to feel it over all the time)