Sweet Things

Sweet Thing

Oh, sweet thing

We're like two British bros

[?] hatefully imbibing the notes through our nose

The hate is just love in the emperor's clothes

Sherri/Chérie

You're still my family

Sweet thing

Party divides

The balloons pop

The cake rocks

Debate til we die

Both sides

Don't you [don't you want me?]

Can we die happy?

This winter I'll be born alive

When I show the girls how to be anglophiles

Goddammit, I'm scared to leave

So tell my Jew ass

When I come home, will you wait for me?

'Cause sweet thing, I'm on your side

Where you go, I swear I'll ride

I'm the thorn in the side

Of the dragon you chase through my mind

Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side

I'm on your side

Oh sweet thing

When I yell from my room

"Flame on!"

Do you hear me?

I may be burnt out soon

I try to breathe

Would you breathe with me?

God, I'm so thirsty

You think you need a drink?

I'm so thirsty

You're not my

You're not my Molly

You're my ecstasy

No bridge

Though the tune is true

I [will?/would?] build one between us

Need a pink one built by you

I'll sing with this fucked guitar

When the [words see?] your altar you're left with the

Scar [X6]

Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side

[?]

The thorn in the side

Of the dragon you chase through my mind

Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side

Your side

I'm on your side

I'm on your side

WOOH!

Oh, sweet thing