Intro: She's got a cool quiet complexion She's got a sweet sense of rejection And all the wicked wonderboys Are washed upon the shore She wants more She's got a weird taste for deception She's got a cool, quiet complexion And all the wicked wonderboys Are asleep by her door She wants more She wants lime, feeling fine She wants stars and she wants guitars She likes you to be scared all the time She wants sun, and a gun She likes cars baby, hit and run She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine (mesma base do verso:) She's got a sweet tooth for disaster When you're quick, honey she's faster And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed She sees red She's got a cool quiet complexion She's got a weird taste for deception And all the wicked wonderboys are Washed upon the shore She wants more (Refrão)