Well here is me on tragedy I always want what's out of

reach She pulls dyed black hair back and signs 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 by dear Always stupidly sar-

castic 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