I can't believe we got warm by a fire
Fed with my manuscript, what a nightmare!
But your hands looked so cold, I was feeling ashamed
So I set them aflame with a lighter
And I will be calm while you're blowing your stack
My baby does not want me back
I can't believe we got stuck in this hole
This whole party's a bore, what a bummer!
When we finally greet earth, when we're on our home turf
I'm going to throw such a beautiful rage-er
And I will have fun while you're being a drag
My baby does not want me back
And I'm flying around head over heels
Yet somehow . . .
Fire, fire, everywhere!
What the fuck is going on?
I will be calm while you're blowing your stack
My baby does not want me back
And I'm flying around head over heels . . .