You've got bad teeth In your filthy mouth I want to touch your face I'm gonna s** them all out You've got history In your greasy hair I know I've got a bad eye But you're the one who put it there Kiss me Your lips are like poison All the boys in the park Are waiting their turn To die in your arms with no lessons learned You've got a weak heart And a beat-up car You've got stretch marks From reaching too far Your good luck charms Have all run out of luck 'Cause even if you wanted me I'm too drunk to f** So just kiss me Your lips are like poison All the boys in the square Are waiting their turn With blood on their lips and money to burn