You break my heart when I always see you comin' around You be up and it always seem to gettin' me down I'm a flunk, I'm a dead white lighter You have spunk, you're a twelve-leg spider Cool it with the credit card, twenty-five leotards Tryin' to clear my head by balancin' on ballerina bars, yeah And that's a ballerina bar I'll pack it up, then ferment it in a mason jar Carry it around in my brand new fancy car Buy one of those plane tickets to Mars I'm at the bar and it's a bargain Fought myself in circles 'bout the flip from public to private
Was in the dark when it came to gettin' right in the head When he left I was weak, I wasn't leavin' my bed Now I'm free, I'm a go go dancer I'm a freak, I know every answer Rum-pum-pum-pum, I'ma set the pace I'ma dunk bread on Italian lace 'Cause I do what I want, I do what I like And you can't call my bluff when I roll the dice And I apologize if I take it too far But I get bored wearin' all of these scars I'm not alone but I'm a loner Fought myself in circles, 'bout to flip from drinkin' to sober
'Cause my baby get down when he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down when he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down 'cause he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down Get out of my head, I Get out of my head, I Get out of my bed My head, I Get out of my head, I Get out of my bed
'Cause my baby get down when he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down when he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down 'cause he wanna fight Yeah, my baby get down Get out of my head, I Get out of my head, I Get out of my bed
Compositores: Remi Francis Wolf (Remi Wolf), Ari Starace, Jared Solomon ECAD: Obra #32385202