She's got a cool quiet complection.
She's got a sweet sense of regection.
And all the wicked wonderboys
washed upon the shore,
she wants more.

She's got a weird taste for deception.
she's got a cool cuiet complectoin.
And all the wicked wonderboys,
sleeping by your door,
she wants more.

She wants line, feeling fine,
she wants stars and she wants guitars.
She likes you to be scared all the time.
she wants sun, and their gone,
she likes cars baby, hit and run.
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine.

Shes got a sweet tooth for disaster,
when you're quick, honey she's faster.
And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed,
she sees red.

She's got a cool quiet complection,
she's got a weird taste for deception.
And all the wicked wonderboys are
washed upon the shore.
She wants more.

She wants line, feeling fine,
she wants stars and she wants guitars.
She likes you to be scared all the time.
She wants sun, and their gone.
She likes cars baby, hit and run.
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine.

........................................................

She wants line, feeling fine,
she wants stars and she wants guitars.
She likes you to be scared all the time.
She wants sun, and their gone.
She likes cars baby, hit and run.
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine.