i pressed against the window and sang out to the street
dyed my blonde roots brown to be more emo
this town doesn't listen, it just sticks to your feet
paved with brown business briefcases full with lust and lucida
plasticine angels and marigold machines for lucida
come taste my mouth in your ear
it's okay to be a sinner as long as you're pretty
but i guess you figured that out long ago
i like to think that you're pure
and you think i'm charming
and full of sh**
well right lucida
plasticine angels and marigold machines for lucida
come taste my mouth in your ear
you've got money well i've got youth, f** you