All my friends in magazines
Got addicted to the word "leave"
And they all wrote love songs that they believed
Little lies and ma**ive dreams
They all request that you slow down
They all request that you slow down
You've got to turn it around
And make a save
There's a who*e inside their bed
The duvets wish that they were still wet
And all the songs they wrote instead
Your ex-lover is not dead
They all request that you slow down
They all request that you slow down
You've got to turn it around
And make a save