CRÈME BRÛLÉE!

I know kerosene, I'm not dumb, mommy I've got flesh from the meanies between my teeth I'm so terribly rude and crude to be Showing up at your house seeking remedy But should I say I'm wrong for that? (For that) Don't wanna feel the backhand of whiplash I'll fantasize behind your back (your back) Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah-ah-ah I am devolving, I am losing steam I have been passing out on the balance beam You are so extreme, you are so supreme Shot me right in the head with a laser beam I don't wanna be your dog like that (that) Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah-ah-ah Baby too drunk to hold my keys Can't be fucked to wait with me, ah (ah-ah-ah) I can't open my eyes It's the worst kind of high Baby too drunk to hold my keys Baby too drunk to hold