Track byThe Good Missionaries
Phone sex delirium Leads me into town Love over here and there Blessed while dressed and down Out at the edge, touching madly Watching them all being so fierce Stealing the dregs, flailing wildly Wind me up and watch me go Love could make me Love could just break me Love could make me Love could just break me Spit-shone and diction-free As I work the room Optics, they wink at me Crystal-kissed, I swoon The way that they treat me Completely destroys me Looks that they send me Offend me, annoy me Eyeing the prize with a sideways smile Randomly violent, that's my style That's my style Love could make me Love could just break me Love could make me Last call just breaks me Just break me Just break me Just brave me Just break me