Shrug - Flame Fatale lyrics
rate melost sheep on fifth street peculiar and pained<br />
i look her up when i can<br />
twelve o'clock witching hou mercedes-benz<br />
bobbing for pumpkins again<br />
<br />
and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back<br />
and the heart on my sleeve and the moon<br />
and it's not a question of sin or suggestion<br />
i just want one warm afternoon<br />
<br />
not enough hours in one single day<br />
for all of her fantastic schemes<br />
as saviors and bad boys of butterflied strange<br />
rush through her wild-eyed dreams<br />
and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back<br />
and the heart on my sleeve and the moon<br />
<br />
she's falling she's falling<br />
she's falling again<br />
call out the crash crews and crash mannequins<br />
my sweet flame fatale<br />
she is falling again<br />
around me inside me where nobody's ever been<br />
nobody's ever been here<br />
<br />
hypnosis in her soft-focus parade<br />
helpless but i can't complain<br />
can't move a muscle i won't even try<br />
thirty-five bucks down the drain<br />
hypnosis in her soft focus parade<br />
helpless but she can't complain<br />
drawn here by gravity she has no choice<br />
burns up in friction and flame