Well here is me on tragedy I always want what's out of reach She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs Fuck that night out with the guys I never get a word in with them anyway The Telephone doesn't scare me anymore You're home and I am here alone my dear Always stupidly sarcastic my hyper spastic superhero girl So break the bruised monogamy And let him fade to memory Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccurring in my mind Do me a favor please and touch your lips to mine
Writer(s): James Maxwell Collins, Jonathan Siebels, Anthony Fagenson, Anthony Edward Fagenson
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