(For our burning lips, you turn the cheek)
For our burning lips, you turn the cheek (to soil our retinas)
To soil our retinas without making a face (a hundred times the measure)
A hundred times the measure before you dance (no more hope)
No more hope, this time I'm going home

Here, everyone's going off the rails
You're a hundred times too much, a hundred times too good
You've messed up our insides
You're a thousand times too much, a thousand times too sexy

Here, everyone's going off the rails (everyone's going off the rails)
You're a hundred times too much, a hundred times too good
You've messed up our insides (messed up our insides)
You're a thousand times too much, 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

(I wish you'd run off on an adventure just once)
(Take you gently in the back of the car)
I wish you'd run off on an adventure just once (take you gently in the back)
Take you gently in the back of the car (lick your neck)
Lick your neck, your lips drive me crazy (I know, you bite)
I know, you bite, I'm suffocating, I'm at my wit's end

Here, everyone's going off the rails (everyone's going off the rails)
You're a hundred times too much, a hundred times too good
You've messed up our insides (messed up our insides)
You're a thousand times too much, 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 try anything for me
To bleed for the glory of seeing my body sit next to them
A visceral thought that ends up driving them crazy
My scent as an altar, the others are blasphemy
Here, everyone's going off the rails
I'm a hundred times too much, a hundred times too good
I've messed up your insides (insides)
I'm a thousand times too much, a thousand times too sexy

Here, everyone's going off the rails (everyone's going off the rails)
You're a hundred times too much, a hundred times too good
You've messed up our insides (messed up our insides)
You're a thousand times too much, 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 lots of short films in our heads (dirty)
Our hands are dreaming on your buttocks (snack)
There are lots of short films in our heads (dirty)
Our hands are dreaming on your (snack)

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

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