The Head of the Love Club

Tell me like a riddle, catch my tears like desert drops
Water like a fountain on my Sahara, you're my love
Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive

I can sell you something, I'm a product, not a girl
Baby, I'm a robot, but I think that I'm in love
Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive

And I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I know the way to go
'Cause I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club

Sometimes I awake at night to drink my man to death
Moonlight shines upon the white sheet, empty to my breath

When I see his hands, I know they aren't clean of her stench
But my love's holy water, in my hair, his hands are cleansed
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in

La, la-la-la-la-love, and I'm never growing up
I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club

Said I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I'm never growing old
I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Biles, Madeleine Haenlein
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