Whoo haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, you're looking so pretty Hey, pretty lady Oh, how you doin' today? I would love to
. Racecar driver You know I'm watching you too In the trauma room brain dead Still you went faster Now your # means nothing Mr. Nickel-plated candy
all the pain, all thoughts in your brain. For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. For three summers straight you've been my sweet eye candy
