Bad Girl Quarterback, would you float my way
If I willed, today, you into being?
Painted from a dream, you're a wisdom child
I'm a crocodile with jaws of paper
Reflect all I am, even the parts I hide
I'm not afraid to die, most of the time
Scratch me everywhere, scratch me till I bleed
Kiss me to the ground, bandage up my knees
Quarterback, would you smile my way
If I willed, today, you into being?
You into being
If I willed you into being my girl
My Bad Girl Quarterback