Percolator

Come on, baby, get me high There's always something new to buy I cry all the time, I think that it's cool I'm in touch with my feelings I have always loved the door But I will always love you more I love metaphors, swimming in your pool I am pregnant with meaning Could I be more appealing Writing slurs on the ceiling? Come on, baby, you're bleeding! I'm gonna die in a getaway car I haven't tried, but it sounds too hard I'm not scared to lick the floor 'Cause I have sucked on something worse Straight from the adored Myself or yours? C'mon baby, keep dreaming Don't you know I aim to please? I'm everybody's favorite tease! Put your hand on my knee That's what friends are for Well, I think I'm still breathing While my parents are sleeping I am sick, but I'm speaking My boyfriend is freaking My conscience is fucked and my judgment is leaking and I'm gonna die in a getaway car I haven't tried, but it sounds too hard All of my friends never understand You say that I make you feel like a man