Come on baby, show me your favorite
I'm as addicted as your lips to your cigarette
I'm a lover of a second degree,
My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me
All in favor, take the stand and defend me
but it's not gonna be what you like!
but it's not gonna be what you like!
Cleaning my hands out my bloody fingers,
My brain is scattered like the thoughts in my pattern
I'm a lover of a second degree,
My Mona Lisa wasn't looking at me
but it's not gonna be what you like!
but it's not gonna be what you like!
Throw some salt over your shoulder baby!
It's alright from the back
Well I was thinking of it
Why don't I start mention it?
but it's not gonna be what you like!
but it's not gonna be what you like!