Lemonade

It's getting late In these dead dog days I need lemonade For this bitter shot of lecture My mechanical mates They can't see straight But I know I'm stained I was fine before I met you Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time When all the world, is gone I'm back to my killing days I apologize I'm a little late When it's over (be yours) I'll be your lemonade I'm in my phantom phase Locking my borders like the U.S.A. When it's over (be yours) I'll be your lemonade Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'm the feminine type The bad boys don't like I can feel the night she Sirens me to fake procreate With a neck-placed kiss Drawn from my acid lips And a slide of the hips, I I'm a phoenix under your thighs Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time When all the world is gone I'm back to my killing days I apologize I'm a little late When it's over (be yours) I'll be your lemonade I'm in my phantom phase Locking up borders like the U.S.A. When it's over (be yours) I'll be your lemonade Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'll be your lemonade (Be yours) I'll be your lemonade