Slide right by, you won't try
Raise your hand to meet my eyes, you can't get by
Kill the high, it's very nice!
Surging strife, your company is what kills me
Why don't you punch me in the face?
Why don't you put me in my place?
You want this sordid love of mine?
When all I needed was more time?
You want your song well this is it
It doesn't get sweeter than this
It doesn't get sweeter than this
Oh no no no, oh no no
All right things aside, I'm coming out ahead
I'm gonna go bald like Billy Corgan!
It's a sort of awful vomit nighttime kill
And maybe my voice is kinda shrill but I'll play it cool, I'll play it cool
If you just wanna hear me sing it one more time than I guess i will
Why don't you punch me in the face?
Why don't you put me in my place?
You want this sordid love of mine?
When all I needed was more time?
You want your song well this is it
It doesn't get sweeter than this
It doesn't get sweeter than this
Oh no no no, oh no no