She's got a cool quiet complection

She's got a sweet sense of rejection

And all the wicked wonderboys 

washed upon the shore

she wants more



She's got a weird taste for deception

she's got a cool quiet complection

And all the wicked wonderboys

sleeping by your door

she wants more



She wants line, feeling fine,

she wants stars and she wants guitars

She likes you to be scared all the time

she wants sun, and their gun

she likes cars baby, hit and run

She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine



She's got a sweet tooth for disaster

when you're quick, honey she's faster

And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed

She sees red



She's got a cool quiet complection 

she's got a weird taste for deception

And all the wicked wonderboys are

washed upon the shore

She wants more



She wants line, feeling fine

she wants stars and she wants guitars

She likes you to be scared all the time

She wants sun, and their gun

She likes cars baby, hit and run

She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine



She wants line, feeling fine

she wants stars and she wants guitars

She likes you to be scared all the time

She wants sun, and their gun

She likes cars baby, hit and run

She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine