Bossa Nova

Well I think I hate you Isn't this fun? You're gonna shoot And I darling loaded the gun I think I'm done What train did you step off of anyway I really don't care I'm the luckiest girl Gonna lie with you baby 'Cause there's nowhere else I can lay I'm never talking to you again I'll go join the marines And then I will peacefully Sail away with some safe magazines Did you hear what I say? You can't fall down the stairs Two times the same way And I really don't care I'm the luckiest girl Gonna tell you I love you More than anything else I can see If people were cars I'd be covered with scars I'll hold on to my dignity I bought this old dress To cover the mess Don't take it off I don't want you I don't want you to see Stop singing that song I'll stand hard like a tree Yeah, you make me sick You red razor nick get your hot hands off me Maybe you're from the moon Sensibility tells me that this is too soon Oh, my bones are bare I'm the luckiest girl Yeah, and I want you baby More than anything else More than anything else More than anything else In the room More than anything else In The Room