Can’t beat the best ones
A little closer maybe a bit too close, yeah
You function you turn out
A flawless performance
Turn your camera away from me
(whoa)
Spill your guts in 8mm
(Whoa Hoo)
Put your focus where your mouth is
(Whoa)
You’re the only one who’s ready here
Such holidays in the sun don’t come without sacrifices
You know it makes more sense
Such holidays in the sun don’t come without sacrifices
You know
I like the way you cry
Break my heart and break my hands and let me down, yeah
I want to snap your neck in two
And leave you dead, so dead
on and on and on and on and on (go!)…