You're what happens when models marry
You're the kind of angel they produce
Pale creature more sad than savage
Heaven knows you're fireproof
In an apartment with a dirty mirror
You can still kiss your face goodbye
Yeah

I want you, I need you,
I want your skin upon my skin
I want to - possess you,
I want to know where the hell you've been
Yeah

You're what happens when models marry
You're the sort of victim they let loose
Sitting on your own, it's tragic
That no one knows the awful truth
Your scheming little junkie friends all tell you
That kind of beauty is a crime
Yeah

I want you, I need you,
I want you confused and unable to stop
I want to - possess you,
I want to know what the hell you want

I want you, I need you,
I want your happiness and scars
I want to - oppress you,
I want to know who the hell you think you are
Yeah
Yeah
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Happiness Lyrics

Paul McDermott – Happiness Lyrics