Yeah.
Ballerina, yeah
You dance slowly, your brain is empty
I look at you from my boat, my lungs are burning
I think you're bad for me,
* it,
I've never been like that
I don't think your name was Molly,
but I have it on my tongue,
yeah
Spinning around, talking ballerina
Mixing wine, c-catalina, yeah
Red eyes in the middle of the night like robins
I've seen this so many times,
I know your routine,
yeah
You seem colder than an avalanche
You're like a douse, I get stones when you smile
Slipping the hazardous under me when you caught me in the door
When you asked if I wanna stay, and I...
A ballerina,
ballerina Dance for me, ballerina-yeah
My ballerina,
ballerina
Just let me see you dance, puma ballerina, yeah
A ballerina,
ballerina Dance for me, ballerina-yeah
My ballerina,
ballerina Just let me see you dance,
puma ballerina,
yeah
You charge all my batteries,
give all my sons like 10 of Eva Maria
You taste sweet like mandarin,
and you get white again,
not before you could form yourself like rabbits
You play it in your song,
red feathers on the pole,
you live every night like it was the last time
The floor is filled with seats,
you can fill 10 bags,
they are looking at me like I want to sit under the bag
You seem colder than avalanches,
you're like a dose of I get stones when you smile
The stubs are gone,
and a lot of mines,
you caught me in the door,
when you asked if I wanted to become a deer
You're not the one I miss,
but you're the one I need,
bitch
Dried clothes dress you better when you take them off,
bitch
You're a pig in the bed,
because you don't throw your stans with fish in my ear,
it sounds so tasty
You say you have a laster,
you know I have crutches,
you have a nice ghostwriter,
you can call me Crasper
Send my lovers in,
and I love them,
when you say I taste love,
but you love my money