[Verse 1]

In the opera

From the nosebleeds

Thought I had her, she had me

Thought I had her, she had me

Primadonna

Oh I want ya

I was at her mercy

And she tastes like entropy

[Verse 2]

Throw my caution

Go above it

All the ways I have to bend

All the ways I have to bend

In an email

On your story

And I can't tell what you'd see

And I can't tell what you need

And I can't tell what you'd see

And I can't tell what you need

And I can't tell what you'd see

And I can't tell what you need