Primitive Style

I saw a heart-shaped kind on the street

The way it bled in cracks in the summer heat

I saw it biking on the concrete lines

Beating through its ribs where it used to be dying

And I don't need you to come off wild

Oh, I'm just looking for somebody with a primitive style

And I don't need you to run the wheel

Oh, I don't wanna have somebody with a plastic feel

Serves pink lemonade all the time

In a hotel bath with a bottle of wine

I've been fed up with the feeling of love

It's such a banality

And I don't need you to come off wild

Oh, I'm just looking for somebody with a primitive style

And I don't need you to run the wheel

Oh, I don't wanna have somebody with a plastic feel

We are an old star, honey

Yes, we are it all

We're gonna find a new star when we're gone

And death, it is coming to meet me

It's down on the street

We're gonna form a new star when we're gone

Ooh, ooh

And I don't need you to come off wild

Oh, I'm just looking for somebody with a primitive style

And I don't need you to run the wheel

Oh, I don't wanna have somebody with a plastic feel

Oh, I don't wanna have somebody with a plastic feel

Oh, honestly, I'm looking for something real