There are the sentences you say, the fuck boy sentences
The sentences that I forget, drunk at the night
And your body twists only to please me
But you know I bite your imaginary dreams

There are bugs in my head
Imaginary dreams
There are bugs in my head
When I put out my cigarette

Here everyone goes off the rails (everyone goes off the rails)
You're a hundred times too, a hundred times too good
You bugged our insides (bugged our insides)
You're a thousand times too, a thousand times too sexy
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I lack application like old mobile phones
You fixed the damage I left behind
You're a thousand times too good for me to be pissed
But now you control me and you know it
You keep dancing to dirty hits
You put on an XL sweater, we can still see your tits
I could be your pretty boy, I could do you vice 'cause
You light all the flames and I'm docile as a douche

Here everyone goes off the rails (everyone goes off the rails)
You're a hundred times too, a hundred times too good
You bugged our insides (bugged our insides)
You're a thousand times too, a thousand times too sexy
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack

There are hundreds of warriors
Ready to do anything for me
To bleed for the glory
To see my body near them tonight
A visceral thought that ends up driving them crazy
My smell as an altar the others are blasphemous
Here everyone goes off the rails
I'm a hundred times too, a hundred times too good

Here everyone goes off the rails (everyone goes off the rails)
You're a hundred times too, a hundred times too good
You bugged our insides (bugged our insides)
You're a thousand times too, a thousand times too sexy
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing to dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack

You keep dancing to dirty hits
(Here everyone, everyone goes off the rails)
You keep dancing to dirty hits
(You're a hundred times too, a hundred times too good)
You keep dancing to dirty hits
You put on an XL sweater, we can still see your tits
I could be your pretty boy, I could do you vice 'cause
You light all the flames and I'm docile as a douche

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