In your basement, I grow cold
Thinking back to what I was always told
Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love
Freezer bride, your sweet divine
You devour like smoked bovine hide
How funny, I never considered myself tough
You’re so handsome, walking over to me now
I tried to be good
Am I no good
Am I no good
Am I no good
With my memory restricted to a polaroid in evidence
I just wanted to be yours
Can I be yours
Can I be yours
Just tell me I'm yours
If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick
When my mother sees me on the side
Of a milk carton in Winn-Dixie’s dairy aisle
She’ll cry
And wait up for me
We’ll make love in your attic all night
Euphoric in some strange delight
I'm happier here cause he told me I should be
You’re so handsome when I'm all over your mouth
I tried to be good
Am I no good
Am I no good
Am I no good
With my memory restricted to a polaroid in evidence
I just wanted to be yours
Can I be yours
Can I be yours
Just tell me I'm yours
If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick