Lovebites

Don't call, I won't answer

I'll be in my clothes of the summer

Grass between my toes, melted butter

Midnight, moonshine, bright white

You were blinding, wide-eyed

It was never quite right

Think you thought that I died

The way you tell it, I lied

Pinching, little love bites

I'll be changing my numero

Go pink like a flower, a fuchsia rose

Don't speak I know just what you're saying

Well I'm going offline, so I don't see it again

You talk in your rhyme, about the rights of men

Midnight, moonshine, bright white

You were blinding, wide-eyed

It was never quite right

Think you thought that I died

The way you tell it, I lied

Pinching, little love bites

I'll be changing my numero

Go pink like a flower, a fuchsia rose