I'm Not a Big Fan of Parentheses (Burn Baby, Burn)

Write a song for me baby.
You can win me over.
Your words drip so sweet baby.
You're such a fucking poet.

Love is our light you whisper,
"Those eyes, those lips, that skin.
I wish they were mine to spend."
Love is a fire

I'm a monstrosity with curves in all the right places.
I'm the monstrosity that gasoline erases.

Write a song for me baby.
No more starting over.
You can show them you were wronged.
You can make her suffer.

You whisper, "those eyes, those lips, that skin... I can make them burn again".
So this what love is to you?
Now love is on fire!

Everything that you touch just dies...
Everything that you touch just dies...
Everything that you touch just dies...
Everything that you touch just dies...
Everything! Everything!