Mustache, bearded tickles. Stubbles prickle prickle.
But what would I know? What would I know?
"Baby", "Darling", "Passion's"
Just a few lyric fiction.
I don't know. I swear I don't know.

The way you say "okay".
Airways blocking when they
give back your bloody French essay.

Voluntary hearts will fail when I forget to
Beat it every now and then.
Minnie's tired of singing about things she's never
Been in, even if it's just a dipole moment.

Timing seems to hate me.
That's why no one dates me.
Boys just talk to me for tests.

But I'd let you use me.
Let you diffuse through me.
For you I'd be hypotonic.

Voluntary hearts will fail when I forget to
Beat it every now and then.
Minnie's tired of singing about things she's never

Been in, even if it's just a dipole-

momentary attraction, due to your movement, and
chronically denying that
"I don't even like you too much"
Wish I wasn't such a creep.
But I just want to be complete, and
You. You. You.
You I've been wanting since I
Knew, Knew, Knew,
That you're the only pair of eyes, the paradise
That I would like to lose myself inside,
And letting you inhibit me.

'cause I see you. Everywhere.
I get so scared. When you're there.
I feel the sphincters in my capilaries
Shutting down just like my

Voluntary heart failed when I forgot to beat it.
But I'd let you break it 'cause I think you might be worth it.

Voluntary hearts fail when I forget to
Beat it every now and then.
Minnie's tired of singing about things she's never
Been in, even if it's just a dipole moment. (x2)