She's out of luck, out of hope and out of cigarettes
Misunderstood with naked pictures on the Internet
Her social deviance is teasing me and I know what I want

And I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her
But I just don't care enough to fool around with love


Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Sexy as a stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger

screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
its heavy and it hurts and its love


Strung out on blow
She doesn't know why she's not feeling good

Dropped out of school
Now she's moving out to Hollywood
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far


Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Subtle as a sprinter

Yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
Warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"

with a cigarette in hand and it's love
its heavy and it hurts and its love


Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
But nothing's better than what silence is saying
Every time I turn around

she's always looking away
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing


And I think I'm tapping out
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout