On your kitchen floor,
To prove to you that I have brains.
Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls,
Down golden roads that lead to nowhere.

Fine time to fake a seizure,
Feel your mouth on mine,
You're saving me.

Whatever happened to that silly dream you had?
I want to make it real,

I'd love to rub your back

Like a plane crash that never hits the ground,
I fall in love with you,
I'm nose over tail for you.

Your voice like the sound of sirens,
To a house on fire,
You're saving me.

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