I hope there's room in your stomach for the words I'll be shoving
with my fist right down your coughing throat and I hope you choke
because sometimes the best of us fall but all and all
I remember driving up to your house and still thinking I'm still thinking
why should I waste my time are these your last words any different from mine
I could twist this into something only your darkest fears could imagine
I could cut your throat with one lash of my tongue... I could I could
beautiful and come what may... beautiful girls I'd like to k**
all the blondes and green eyes: smashing smiles and sparkle eye lines
I remember driving up to your house and still thinking I'm still thinking
I'll get it right this time - inside this pillow talk charade of mine
if you think you're ready I'm bringing it backwards
no pills no s** no shots no talks no attitudes or long night walks
just one on one I'll take you anywhere but where you want to go