(I mean I could be whatever you want me to be)
I love it, just love it
Oh, what a pretty picture
Now let's drop off the corners and
Swap out the colors
Keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming
Keep 'em short of my brethren
Ship me out another one,
One more about your lover
I'm fed up with the process, it's nonsense
You've got to be the farthest thing from honest, no
You're a head on a suit
I'm the living proof that you don't have to lie
To keep them from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet tooth
So I'll put sugar in his gas tank, ooh ooh
Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you
I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth
I've got some sugar for your gas tank, ooh ooh
But I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you
(No, you can't say that you don't want to)
Who doesn't love the feeling
Of being a stranger,
Breathing amongst all the people
Who you should call in need of healing
I will continue to speak
Do I want the sheik to wreak
Uneasiness on the kids
'Cause their heads could use opening
They fed us the works
And they changed all my words
'Cause I wouldn't say that to you
'Cause I don't have to lie
To keep you from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet tooth
So I'll put sugar in his gas tank, ooh ooh
Then I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you
I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth
I've got some sugar for your gas tank, ooh ooh
But I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you
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