You'll never catch a penny-pinching liar off guard, You can't escape the tension till it leaves you undone, You can't imagine passion till your hearts become one,
I can not cross the line again, Idolize the body and hand My head is hot enough to spin, running through the line in the sand No no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
This is television, late night television, scripted with precision A corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn't And with your eyes so green, and your pinkish theme