Mika, the boy who knew too much, out next week.
You're losing your way.
You're sloppiness and through the things
that they say to avoid confrontation.
You walk away.
Cloning it, when I need to prompt the lights.
With that mouth, twenty years in the lights.
Come on down, what's one supposed to do?
I can't see beneath you I know
What's touching me touching you
I want to be your brother I want to be your father
I won't ever make your uncle cobble Even if they want us to
I want to be you sister I want to be what your mother do
I want to be whatever else they torture you
I want to be your brother I want to be your father
I won't ever make your uncle cobble Even if they want us to
I want to be your sister,
or what does your mother do?
I want to be,
want to be whatever else that touches you
Whatever else that touches you
Whatever else that touches you
Whatever else that touches you
Whatever else that touches you
When you've had enough,
and you need somebody to know
You're looking tough,
but you're human in it all
Come on now, what's one supposed to do
When I can't seem to leave you alone
Touching me, touching you
Says I'm a bad fellow
I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl
Whatever's the first term in a human
Can't seem to leave you alone
Touching me, touching you
Says I'm a bad fellow I'm a bad girl Touching me,
touching you
Whatever's the first term in a human Can't seem to leave you alone
Touching me,
touching you Says I'm a bad fellow I'm a bad girl
Whatever's the first term in a human Can't seem to leave you alone
I want to be,
want to be whatever else that touches you