Lothario
You run around this rock like you've got it made
You pluck her from the corner of your stage
You're trying to make yourself feel better?
You strut around this town and flaunt your shit
Another to obliterate and you're getting it
Trying to forget about your pain, eh?
Why do you do this to them?
Think you're the magic man?
Uprooting all these flowers around you, can't you help yourself at all?
Your music burns with bleakness and despair
Falling for her neck, and for her, the short hair
Helps you forget about your pain, eh?
Your ego feasts on their lonely souls
Smart and beautiful but under your control
Another notch on your bedpost?
Why do you do this to them? What are you proving, man?
Annihilation of all these hearts, resounding
Can't you help yourself at all?
Her eyes are dry, when she's on parade
Another taker for your escapades!
Trying to make it your own way?
You call it quits when she gets too hard
Take and run is your calling-card
You got nothing left to say, eh?
Why do you do this to them?
Think you're the magic man?
Hunting all, these foxes around you?
Can't you help yourself at all?
Can you help yourself?
Can't you help yourself?
You pluck her from the corner of your stage
You're trying to make yourself feel better?
You strut around this town and flaunt your shit
Another to obliterate and you're getting it
Trying to forget about your pain, eh?
Why do you do this to them?
Think you're the magic man?
Uprooting all these flowers around you, can't you help yourself at all?
Your music burns with bleakness and despair
Falling for her neck, and for her, the short hair
Helps you forget about your pain, eh?
Your ego feasts on their lonely souls
Smart and beautiful but under your control
Another notch on your bedpost?
Why do you do this to them? What are you proving, man?
Annihilation of all these hearts, resounding
Can't you help yourself at all?
Her eyes are dry, when she's on parade
Another taker for your escapades!
Trying to make it your own way?
You call it quits when she gets too hard
Take and run is your calling-card
You got nothing left to say, eh?
Why do you do this to them?
Think you're the magic man?
Hunting all, these foxes around you?
Can't you help yourself at all?
Can you help yourself?
Can't you help yourself?
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Writer(s): Kyla Marie Dyresen
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