Turn up at night
Shimmery shadows
Pink pistol
Throw low blows
A faux pas
Spin me like a weapon
Burst into flames
Tired of being neat
Sick of being tame
Always so ashamed
The things I see, the things I love
Turn up at night
Shimmery shadows
Pink pistol
Throw low blows
A faux pas
Spin me like a weapon
Burst into flames
Tired of being neat
Sick of being tame
Always so ashamed