You've got bad teeth
In your filthy mouth
I want to touch your face
I'm gonna suck them all out
You've got history
In your greasy hair
I know I've got a bad eye
But you're the one who put it there
Kiss me
Your lips are like poison
All the boys in the park
Are waiting their turn
To die in your arms with no lessons learned
You've got a weak heart
And a beat-up car
You've got stretch marks
From reaching too far
Your good luck charms
Have all run out of luck
'Cause even if you wanted me
I'm too drunk to fuck
So just kiss me
Your lips are like poison
All the boys in the square
Are waiting their turn
With blood on their lips and money to burn
