Where Do You Get Off? (Live)

She's got the eyes of a snake
Loaded dice, raising stakes from a cash cow
I'll be her burn victim, hyperthermic, so damn hot
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I woke up in the name that I wore
Last night to the sound of an empty bed
And it's ringing in my ears just like
Sweet nothings from the voices in my head

Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord, don't ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord

She's got the touch of an anesthesiologist, please put me under
Because I tremble with the notion that there's something unsaid
But in my head I'll mumble reticently, I wonder how
I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I could've thought was
That this won't have to end if it doesn't start

Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord, don't ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord

I'll never know, I'll never know
I'll never know, I'll never know what it's like
What it's like to love you
I'll never know, I'll never know
I'll never know, I'll never know what it's like
What it's like to fuck you!

So, where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord, heart bluer than my balls!
Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful?
Oh Lord, just say that it's on me