[Verse 1]
Unhealthy toy, how you spread out for sin
Your greedy joy for impressionable kin
Oh, I bide right through you
And you bide, bide through me too
Some kind of jazz in metropolis scales
You pay the cab and you're walking with whales
And I grip on to you
And you grip on to me too
[Pre-Chorus]
But, oh
The puppies ain't got nowhere to run
Like building up has never gone wrong, son
Elevators to fun, son
[Chorus]
You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late for love
I'm down on my knees
[Verse 2]
New ash and cage, how I tremble your bars
Foot soldier slaves to chorus of cause
And I tiptoe your tune
And you tip, tip out your moon
[Pre-Chorus]
But, oh
The puppies ain't got nowhere to run
Like building up has never gone wrong, son
Elevators to fun, son
I bleed
From paper cuts of teenage dreams
Your credit card won't cover the fees, love
Don't take your coat off for me, my love
[Chorus]
You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late
You got me down on my knees
In the core of misery
You either scold or you freeze
Even though I think it might be too late for love
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