Spirit Night - Rubberneck lyrics

The only way I'll Sketch your profile Is in a shadow box Because I can't see what You like look, but I trust my rocks. Pasty, old, white. Even though I might, I know not to forsake A face like aspirin, Never saccharine, But you can cure my headache. You can read my numbers If you deal me out A fresh deck. Spell out my accident If you stare me down And rubberneck. When you stay here, I'm an engineer But I wanted to play guitar But then I signed up You made your mind up And I bought us a brand new car. Be my Marge Simpson While I unfasten Your new black bra. The back of my couch. You're a red carpet And you'll be my downfall.