Lost sheep on fifth street peculiar and pained
I look her up when I can
Twelve o'clock witching hour Mercedez-Benz
Bobbing for pumpkins again
I offer nothing but the shirt off my back
And the heart on my sleeve and the moon
It's not a question of sin or suggesting
I just want one warm afternoon
Not enough hours in one single day
For all of her fantastic schemes
As saviors and bad boys of butterflied strange
Rush through her wild-eyed dreams
And I offer nothing but the shirt off my back
And the heart on my sleeve and the moon
She's falling, she's falling, she's falling again
So call out the crash crews and crash mannequins
As sweet flame fatale she is falling again
Around me, inside me, where nobody's ever been
Nobody's ever been here
Oh, la la la la
Oh, la la la la la
Oh, la la la la
Oh
Hypnosis in her soft-focused parade
Hopeless, but I can't complain
I can't move a muscle, I won't even try
Thirty-five bucks down the drain
Hypnosis in her soft-focused parade
Hopeless, but she can't complain
Drawn here by gravity, she has no choice
Burns up in friction and flame
She's falling, she's falling, she's falling again
So call out the crash crews and crash mannequins
As sweet flame fatale she is falling again
Around me, inside me, where nobody's ever been
Nobody's ever been
Falling, she's falling, she's falling again
Falling, she's falling, she's falling again
Sweet flame fatale she is falling again
Around me, inside me, where nobody's ever been
Nobody's ever been here
Nobody's ever been here
Nobody's ever been here
Nobody, nobody, nobody, no