she blew the whistle so...nit's time our spines and bones grind, we kissed under mistletoentook up each others alone timenshe made me hot cocoa, i added in shots of so-coni love her southern comfort, she likes my california sunburn, i can be stubbornnbut i was born solo, try to see myself die in a duonmaybe the light's too lownni'll get minenshe'll get hersni'll get what i have comingnshe'll sing those things she's hummingnwe'll get on each others nervesnin such a good waynnher tongue can melt the skinnthen straight through, to the bone of my skeletonna strip tease... the cheap thrillnmy lips freeze... at her will, i either need her love, or prescription sleeping pillsntonight, i just can't keep still