Bossa Nova

Well I think I hate you
Isn't this fun
You're gonna shoot and I darling loaded the gun
Well I think I'm done
What train did you step off of anyway
I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna lie with you baby
'Cause there's nowhere else
I can lay

I'm never talking to you again
I'll go join the marines
And then I will peacefully sail away with some safe magazines
Did you hear what I say
You can't fall down the stairs two times the same way
And I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna tell you I love you
More than anything else
I can see

If people were cars I'd be covered with scars
I'll hold on to my dignity
I bought this old dress to cover the mess
Please don't take it off I don't want you
I don't want you to see

Stop singing that song
I'll stand hard like a tree
Yeah you make me sick
You red razor nick
Get your hot hands off me

Baby you're from the moon
Sensibility tells me that this is too soon
Oh my bounds are [...]

I'm the luckiest girl
Yeah and I want you baby
More than anything else
More than anything else
More than anything else
In the room
More than anything else
In the room