How many times, how many times do I have to say?

Kiss your neck, play with your hair, promise everything will be okay

When spaceships in bottles lips your a risk I'm willing to take.

My heart in my chest the words from your moth may cause it to break

I got a 1.26 for some coffee and you make me fucking sick.

So get off me, I've got you where I want you; on the end of this gun.

I know you hate when I try to put my words in your mouth

And baby you say these things and you know they won't work out.

You know I hate when you won't let me put my tongue in your mouth