Lemonade

It's getting late

In these dead dog days

I need lemonade

For this bitter shot of lecture

My mechanical mates

They can't see straight

But I know I'm stained

I was fine before I met you

Be yours, be yours

Fine lines with which I'll cross in time

Be yours, be yours

Fine lines with which I'll cross in time

When all the world, is gone

I'm back to my killing days

I apologise I'm a little late

When it's over, (be yours)

I'll be your lemonade

I'm in my phantom phase

Locking up my borders like the U.S.A

When it's over, (be yours)

I'll be your lemonade

I'm the feminine type

The bad boys don't like

I can feel the night she

Sirens me to fake procreate

With a neck placed kiss

Drawn from my acid lips

And a slide of the hips I

I'm a pheonix under your thighs

Be yours, be yours

Fine lines with which I'll cross in time

Be yours, be yours

Fine lines with which I'll cross in time

When all the world, is gone

I'm back to my killing days

I apologise I'm a little late

When it's over, (be yours)

I'll be your lemonade

I'm in my phantom phase

Locking up my borders like the U.S.A

When it's over, (be yours)

I'll be your lemonade

Ah, ah, ah, ah

I'll be your lemonade

(Be yours)

I'll be your lemonade