And there we go instead a tease
that mocks the beggar.
It looks so flawless.
I've seen them bat their eyes
and come a dime-a-dozen,
just take two steps back.

Hold me.
No, not you but the other,
the one with the rags on.
Hold me.
Substitute rain with some poison
and drink to the sequel.
Torching, torching.

You seem withdrawn and plushed
until you talk with others,
wish I'd been gift-wrapped.
Just hope to catch a gaze and just
because it's chipping
doesn't mean it's useless.

Hold me.
No, not you but the other,
the one with the rags on.
Hold me.
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Torching, torching.
Hey!
Torching, torching.

Somehow I reduced,
and a surgeon told me it's no good,
you'll have to double your intake,
and the risk?
Hearts were made for cigarettes,
little girls love to light up.

Somehow I reduced,
and the surgeon told me it's no good,
you'll have to double your intake,
and the risk?
Little hearts were made for the cigarettes,
little girls love to light up.

No, not you but the other.
Hold me.
No, not you but the other,
the one with the rags on.
Hold me.
Substitute rain with some poison and drink to the sequel.
Torching, torching.