You gotta lotta nerve coming round this place
When you’re a pretty boy, you’ve got to save face
Or it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
You gotta lotta curves, passed your gate
Life in the future tense, is so much weight
Space is the emptiness, nothingness, between two things
But the space in your heart, baby
Generates your pain & it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
I realize you’re like a bummed cigarette
Suicide in slow motion
Your such a drag
All that’s left is a decent butt
Your Promises are smoke
I’ll see you inhale & it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
Turn around
Let’s fuckin get it on
When you’re a pretty boy, you’ve got to save face
Or it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
You gotta lotta curves, passed your gate
Life in the future tense, is so much weight
Space is the emptiness, nothingness, between two things
But the space in your heart, baby
Generates your pain & it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
I realize you’re like a bummed cigarette
Suicide in slow motion
Your such a drag
All that’s left is a decent butt
Your Promises are smoke
I’ll see you inhale & it’s all wrong
Turn around
Let’s get it on
Turn around
Let’s fuckin get it on
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