Can't seem to avoid trouble.
The past comes back to the present once again.
You leave me with plucked feathers, nothing of comfort to rest my head.
Well you sparked something inside.
My unorthodox scandals progress to linger.
Doesn't it sit on your shelf.
Under your spell, or mine.
Is this the curse.
If it is I know your best trick yet.
Your dick swipes right. I burn throughout the night
While you fuck your tinder surprise.
You shopped for pleasure. Prostitution free.
Cause you're saving money, right?
She appeared on our tiny screen.
How did you do it without thinking of me.
Tonight I lost my cell
But oh well.
"Oh well, oh well, oh well," that's what Mr. White said.
You became a thin thread.
You aren't even electric.
You're what my mom uses to sew a pair of jeans with.
Your Friday night might be caressive
And you can gnaw on those tits
With your thin lips
But remember one thing, one thing, one thing, beb.
She doesn't really know who New Order is.
She'll say she likes them, but she really she doesn't.
And that will be your biggest punishment.
Positively lost me. "This" flames dead.