ou’re my
Queen
I want to
Kill you, love you, kill and love you, kill and love you, love and kill you
Your harsh words — bittersweet
Am I to blame for this style?
And my tongue bumps into the sky
It’s a joke, it’s a meme
A funny thing — a fucked-up scene
Kill you, love you, kill and love you, kill and love you, love and kill you
A completed anarchist sign
I’m a very drunk and horny fool
Come here and spin around
And again — now get pissed off
Come here and talk to me
We’re kids, forever
Prone to boredom
Kill you, love you, kill and love you, kill and love you, love and kill you