Golden Prize

Lover
Please go to bed
Because at night
My heart is beating

I don't think that you know what girls from the midwest are all about
And I hope you never visit New York City
Or the East Coast or anything ever again
Because you're fucking worthless capitalist motherfuckers
And I hate all of you

I'm lookin at you and you, you've not got that look in your eye
She's hot but nobody wants to get shot
My car's drunked and the limousine's polished like a golden prize
When her hand is cold, I turn up the fire

She's a cold little girl with a tight little fist and a face like a nemesis
I'm a gun, you're a ho
Fire!
There's a couple over there who wants to get up and never pushed in your chair
Can I get a break or what?

Let me take it
Take me to your secret spot

Lover
Please go to bed
Because at night my heart is beating

Oh lover, stay home instead
(At night) At night I'll find you sleeping

I've got like, a sponsorship by the case load
You've got to come agitate and (and) magistrate come
Fire!
She's got an ATM that doesn't work but you can relax, she's got cash
She's like a machine of a dream
Fire!
As soon as she sips on a drink she's done, I'm up one
Can I, can I can I c-can I c-c-

That girl's got lots of money
But she still wants her money
(Take me to your secret spot)
She's in the mood for something tasty
I think you know what I mean