And you may have a bulletproof smile, but you are easily penetrated where it counts
If it's the sex that you love, I'll give you something to lust about
Goddamn, it's happening again - I'm running out of time
I've got a gaping hole in my chest but it's alright, it's alright
Cause I'm a hopeless romantic by day and a sex machine by night
So cock and load your vocal cords and scream like you've never screamed before
You wreak havoc upon my world, but yet you're so worth waiting for
If I'm the kind of clichés, then you're the God of catastrophe
We are ever lasting, we are what love is made of, nothing can stop us now
I am lovesick with the machine gun blues
Goddamn I cannot shake it out I am lovesick with the machine gun blues
And I can't shake it out, shake it out