She`s my baby. She is a Raygun Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun She is my sunshine. My only sunshine Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.
She`s temp, she`s temp She got a special place for you She`s temp, She`s temp Underneath her favorite pair of shoes
Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread Playing catch with living skulls Hurry up, somebody`s dead, we`re still alive
She my baby, she got the big gulp Devour my soul food over and over Trouble breathing, my world is strangling Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on
She`s temp, She`s temp She`s into nucleo and nucliete She`s temp, She`s temp She makes me feel like I`m hovering 580 meters over Hiroshima
Just a piece of sun On your skin I burn a home Lying lotion soothes the pain Peel me off before I fall
She`s to blame, she seems a bit insane She likes it when it rains all day long Happiness is knockin`, but she cries Then turning out the light she runs at night
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