Blowtorch
You ruled the castle
Under green grass on a gold throne
I was playin' Marco Polo
My eyes were closed
And oh, oh, oh, Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playin' house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put me back together again
One baby, two baby, three Macarena
Fruit by the foot, little golden book reader
I was too young, I was too young
But, I was tree trunk still till you gave up
Oh oh oh Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress, 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
Can anybody out there hear me, hear me
I don't want Mr. Bob the builder to fix me, to fix me
Maybe I'm alright with my ugly parts
Maybe I'm alright with my bones being out of joint
And Oh oh oh Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing with a young girl
Said it's only lust, when it's love
And you and I both know the branches I broke trying to climb
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
Under green grass on a gold throne
I was playin' Marco Polo
My eyes were closed
And oh, oh, oh, Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playin' house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put me back together again
One baby, two baby, three Macarena
Fruit by the foot, little golden book reader
I was too young, I was too young
But, I was tree trunk still till you gave up
Oh oh oh Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress, 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
Can anybody out there hear me, hear me
I don't want Mr. Bob the builder to fix me, to fix me
Maybe I'm alright with my ugly parts
Maybe I'm alright with my bones being out of joint
And Oh oh oh Mr. Tin Man
I'd like to introduce my friend
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing house keeper babe, ain't nothing tidier than a
Heart laced with stress 'cause I don't have victorian lips
I never say the right things
Blowtorch, why you take my heart for
Playing with a young girl
Said it's only lust, when it's love
And you and I both know the branches I broke trying to climb
I'm coming at you with a blowtorch
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