Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head

Puppy gets pizza On his pretty plate Puppy gets pizza In his cutie face Puppy gets pizza

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I feel like I could be the swan That you have set your sights upon I’ll give my all to reach the Sun And won’t stop ‘til our hearts are…

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me