Your words dig in under my skin I try to get at them but I'm faint I'm tainted, Lightheaded like animation All over me I think I'm gonna make a run for it until I'm safe
With your eyes to the sky Your grasshopper hands are starting fires
Too sweet you sweet thing You appeal to my vanity I'm enthralled, you're like a cheap perfume You're science you're the modern moon All over me I think I better make a run for it until I'm safe
With your eyes to the sky Your grasshopper hands are starting fires Along the way You start them so carefully I'm starting to think you really got it out for me
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