You say it's overkill
I say it's precision
Someday you will
I thought I've met my perfect match, he had it
I've got five more drinks to finnish beforeThe night is
Fuck desire, I was born to fallYou took me to
I've got my rock'n'roll in your fucking faceYour fucking face,
It was a bad, bad smell that hit me like
[Chorus]Run fast, you're going downWe are the superstars from Sheep
You pull my stringsThen you wonder why they always breakYou
I thought I'd met my perfect matchHe had it all
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