Lurch

I don't know your name from my window

Do you lust for fame or forgiveness?

Well I'll give you everything you want

Well I'll give you everything you need

You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state

Go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day

Now you've stuffed your throat

You've walked on your burial ground

Oh you'll draw the crowd

With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues

You picture in my pocket

I'm obsessed with you

Oh sweety there's no sense in crying you're above them all

Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when you fall

You wear your skin so fresh

Your smell intoxicates, little starlet