| Oh she's a dying art | |
| She's a wet leaf, | |
| At times of thunderstorm | |
| And he's a prodical sun, with his back to the wall, | |
| He's an atomic bomb | |
| And she said she said and she says: I remember you, | |
| Your switch-blade eyes | |
| The coolest thing to do, | |
| Was to let you come inside, hands behind my back, | |
| My tongue tied, bear with me now,? Let's go for a ride | |
| Oh she's a dying art | |
| She's a wet leaf, | |
| At times of thunderstorm | |
| And I'm a prodical one, | |
| With my back to the wall, | |
| I'm an atomic bomb | |
| And she said she said and she says: I remember you, | |
| Your switch-blade eyes | |
| The coolest thing to do, | |
| Was to let you come inside, hands behind my back, | |
| My tongue tied, bear with me now,? Let's go for a ride | |
| I remember you, | |
| Your switch-blade eyes | |
| The coolest thing to do, | |
| Was to let you come inside, hands behind my back, | |
| My tongue tied, bear with me now? Let's go for a ride | |
| For a ride (2x) |
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