Teksty: The Lips. Alarm Clock Killer.

I hear you on the phone,
telling all your friends I'm a liar.
Telling all your friends you see fire in me, not desire in me.

Well your left eyebrow, it tells you where to go.
Your right eyebrow, is always on the low.

Tell me, tell me, tell me,

what the fuck do you see in me?
Cause I don't see it.

I hear you on the phone,
and you broke my new alarm clock.