Let's get out of this pig sty baby

Jesus christ I'm in the mood

Let's just both go on a bender baby

Kiss with fork-tipped tongues

And bat our

Barbed wire eyelashes

Fuck just on a mattress

In a private room

Dress up as some spacemen and

Pretend we're on the moon

Only with you

Come on let's set our iphones on fire

And shoot some guns into the big blue

And let's play host, to unfamiliar ghosts

Tonight and make up stories in our heads

You drive me crazy when you bat your

Barbed wire еyelashes

Fuck evеryone who matters

In a private room

Dress up as some spacemen

And we'll make love on the moon

Only with you

Let's get fucked on our prescriptions baby

My description of the night is wearing thin

I know it's true

I'm losing weight on my cheeks

And I've stopped eating my food

We can turn the holographic screens toward the stars

If you bat your

Barbed wire eyelashes

Fuck everything that matters

In a private room

Dress up as some spacemen

And we'll make love on the moon

Only with you