She's sticky with champagne its okay it's her birthday Stickaaayyy! Her lips are always open and bloody red, bloody Trying to get us all in her bed, in her Head she hears a hundred songs that I wrote say, That I made out of tough love and 14k
Sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday Stickaaayyy! It's Okay It's Okay She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday Stickaaayyy! It's Okay It's Okay It's Okay
She hates and loves and loves and hates everyone, Every night she can't find the strength to get God To get her bag full of the broken skin gloves(?) Broken, half-dead, smiling in love dance In love dance She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday Stickaaayyy! It's Okay It's Okay She don't swallow top shelf She spits it out all over herself She don't swallow top shelf She spits it out all over herself