Sexy-boy. Post-love. Sexy-boy. Post-f*ck
I know someone. She is my dad
When I get home. She is real bad
That's when she starts to drink
That's when I start to think
We are more than we are fighting for
In you, I found a drum
Beat me to death, sucking your thumb
That's when I start to drink
That's when I start to think
We are more than we are fighting for