I know kerosene, I'm not dumb, mommy
I've got flesh from the meanies between my teeth
Felt so terribly, rude and crude to be
Showing up at your house, seeking remedy
But should I say I'm wrong for that? (For that?)
Don't wanna feel the backhand of whiplash
I fantasize behind your back (Your back)
Call your name, eat you like crème brûlée
I am devolving, I am losing steam
I have been passing out on the balance beam
You are so extreme, you are so supreme
Shot me right in the head with a laser beam
I don't wanna be dark like that (That)
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée
Baby too drunk to hold my keys
Can't be fucked to wait with me
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I can't open my eyes
It's the worst kind of high
Baby too drunk to hold my keys
Baby too drunk to hold
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