he thinks i'm a bad ass and i smile in self-delight,
fingers gesturing lust to the boy behind him.
we're skin tight but skin deep,
and whatever i swallow's goin' to my head.
well, i've got this funny little habit:
noting every security camera on entrance,
it's like i'm waiting for the curtain and a bow,
you've never seen moves as swift as mine.
and i'm arching my back to get a cigarette,
convincing him in the only way i know how.
we're skin tight but skin deep
and this is a never-ending theory:
he wants sex and i want a shot to the head,
what other option but kiss for the camera?
he thinks i'm a bad ass and i smile in self-delight.