She's my baby. She is a Raygun   Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun    She is my sunshine. My only sunshine    Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.    She's temp, she's temp    She got a special place for you    She's temp, She's temp    Underneath her favorite pair of shoes    Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread    Playing catch with living skulls    Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive    She my baby, she got the big gulp    Devour my soul food over and over    Trouble breathing, my world is strangling    Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on    She's temp, She's temp    She's into nucleo and nucliete    She's temp, She's temp    She makes me feel like I'm hovering    580 meters over Hiroshima   Just a piece of sun    On your skin I burn a home    Lying lotion soothes the pain    Peel me off before I fall    She's to blame, she seems a bit insane    She likes it when it rains all day long    Happiness is knockin', but she cries    Then turning out the light she runs at night