Paul McDermott - Happiness lyrics

You're what happens when models marry You're the kind of angel they produce Pale creature more sad than savage Heaven knows you're fireproof In an apartment with a dirty mirror You can still kiss your face goodbye Yeah I want you, I need you I want your skin upon my skin I want to - possess you I want to know where the hell you've been Yeah You're what happens when models marry You're the sort of victim they let loose Sitting on your own, it's tragic That no one knows the awful truth Your scheming little junkie friends all tell you That kind of beauty is a crime Yeah I want you, I need you I want you confused and unable to stop I want to - possess you I want to know what the hell you want I want you, I need you I want your happiness and scars I want to - oppress you I want to know who the hell you think you are Yeah Yeah