Letra de Gallery Piece
I wanna be your love I wanna make you cry And sweep you off your feetI wanna hurt your pride I wanna slap your face I wanna paint your nailsI wanna make you scream I wanna braid your hair I wanna kiss your friendsI wanna make you laugh I wanna dress the same I wanna defend youI wanna squeeze your thighs I wanna kiss your eyelids And corrupt your dreamsI wanna crash your car I wanna scratch your cheeks I wanna make you sickI wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your thingsI wanna show you off I wanna tell you lies I wanna write you booksI wanna turn you on I wanna make you cum Two-hundred times a dayI wanna dry your tears Every time your sad I wanna be your what's happeningI wanna be your only friendI only go all the way This time I'm not pretendingI can't take the trash Your trashy friends are spreading about us They've got like V.D. personalities Oh girl, that's so messed upYou see that sculpture on the hill? That's where she queered me out ForeverThey're monitoring my subconscious massacres I know Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertibleI want to be a beast I want to make you proud And play with your headI want to take you out Make you feel adored Buy you everythingI want to hurt you bad Make you paranoid And say the sweetest thingsI want to help you grow And for eternity I want to be your what's happeningI see car bombs in your eyes (Can you clap your hands?) (Clap-clap!) (Can you clap your hands?) (Clap-clap!) Oooooohhh! Can you sing it? I hear (angels apologize)