Well summer slipped us underneath her tongue. Our days and nights. are perfumed with obsession. Half of my wardrobe. is on your bedroom floor. Use our eyes throw our hands overboard. I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush. Drink up your movements. still I can't get enough. I overthink your p-punctuation use. Not my fault. just a thing that my mind do. A rush at the beginning. I get caught up just for a minute. But lover you're the one to blame. all that you're doing. Can you hear the violence?. Megaphone to my chest. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Our thing progresses. I call and you come through. Blow all my friendships. To sit in hell with you. But we're the greatest. They'll hang us in the Louvre. Down the back but who cares - still the Louvre. Okay I know that you are not my type (still I fall). I'm just the sucker who let you fill. her mind (but what about love?). Nothing wrong with it. Supernatural. Just move in close to me closer. you'll feel it coasting. A rush at the beginning. I get caught up just for a minute. But lover you're the one to blame. all that you're doing. Can you hear the violence?. Megaphone to my chest. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom boom boom boom. and make 'em all dance to it