though i'd like to be the girl for him
and cross the sea and land for him
on milky skin my tongue is sand until
the ever distant band begins to play
always gets me into trouble
but that's another matter
always gets me into trouble
but that's another matter
though you know what i love most of him
i'm walking on needles and pins
my addiction to the worst of him
the low moon helps me sing
always get him into trouble
i hide that i'm flattered
always get him into trouble
i hide that i'm flattered