Oh, you'll draw the crowd
Well I'll give you everything you want
You wear your skin so fresh
Well I'll give you everything you need
So best to freeze you in this state
You're above them all
Oh, sweety there's no sense in crying
You won't be perfect
Now, you've stuffed your throat
You can hold my hand for comfort when you fall
You shouldn't be walking around on this day
Your picture in my pocket
With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues
Go on home
I'm obsessed with you
Barricade the door
You've walked on your burial ground