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