Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.
