And what's good, what's not so good?
But I'm not so sure
I don't wanna know
And there's a little bit about you
Because I caught you cheating
And now your teeth are red
It's fucking torture
And when she knows you so well
Oh, nefarious, nefarious
That wants this much to happen
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
Oh, nefarious, nefarious
It's enough to have to meet you
When she knows you so well
And there's nothing that could reach you
Tearing me apart
If I want to get in that car
Sometimes it's hard for her tell
And now your teeth are all red
And there's a little bit about you
She said that, "You think this hurts now, kid
It's enough to have to meet you
Nefarious, nefarious
There's a little bit about you
Well, just wait until later, man"
And you're tearing me apart
Nefarious, nefarious
This is fucking torture to me
I don't wanna know
Sometime it's hard
What's good, what's not so good?
But when there's something
And there's a little bit about you
And there's nothing that could reach you
And now your teeth are all red
And caulking your chin
And now your teeth are red
There's no need to be alarmed
