Don't Taunt the Debutante

Don't taunt the debutante, I want what I haven't got
Don't taunt the debutante, you'll give away the plot
Don't taunt the debutante, her method can't be taught
Don't taunt the debutante, passed out in a parking lot

She slept through her quinceañera and wasn't ready to get married
Fifteen drops per single carry, must you always be on, Jared?
Identify the guilty party, not exactly Moriarty
She's practicing' her perp walk, no shit Sherlock

Don't taunt the debutante, I still want what I haven't got
Don't taunt the debutante, getting lost in a parking lot

What is she supposed to be coming out of? oh you'll see
She pulled so hard she tore my sleeve; barely acknowledging me
Stay put, I'll come to pick you up, when you finally had enough
She said that the time has come; and come again, yeah

She sits in the chair she made, with cropped hair playing the bass
She memorized her part to play, picking fifths when the flood came
She said sex is your department, okay, show me your apartment
Such a sight for sore eyes, don't act so surprised

Don't taunt the debutante, I want what I haven't got
Don't taunt the debutante, it's time to take your shot
Don't taunt the debutante, don't even wake her up

I heard that you think I'm toxic, that's all right, now change the topic
Plug your Slinky in the socket, put our picture in your locket
I'm writing letters to my exes, all of them, both of the sexes
There's one way to call my bluff
Anesthesia

I examined your confession, my hands shaking, here's a Lesson
I told you that I wasn't faking, there is no such thing as taken
"Get ready to meet your maker"
You wrote on the perfumed paper
You folded it into a swan, then you were gone



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Writer(s): Jared Morris
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