I don't know your name from my window   Do you lust for fame or forgiveness?   Well I'll give you everything you want   Well I'll give you everything you need   You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state    go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day   Now you've stuffed your throat   You've walked on your burial ground   Oh you'll draw the crowd   With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues   You picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you   Oh sweety there's no sense in crying you're above them all   Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when you fall   You wear your skin so fresh   Your smell intoxicates   Little starlet