Sheu0027s got the eyes of a snake- loaded dice- raising stakes from a cash cow
Iu0027ll be her burn victim- hypothermic- so damn hot
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I woke up in the name that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed
And itu0027s ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Donu0027t ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord

Sheu0027s got the touch of an anesthesiologist- please put me under
Because I tremble with the notion that thereu0027s something unsaid
But numb my head Iu0027ll mumble reticently I wonder how I
I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I couldu0027ve thought was
“This wonu0027t have to end if it doesnu0027t start.”

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Donu0027t ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord

Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know what itu0027s like
What itu0027s like to love you
Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know. Iu0027ll never know what itu0027s like
What itu0027s like to love you

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Heart blue-er than my balls
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that itu0027s on me