Fueled by urban rush
Styling through leftover plush
The balanced hair left a little smear
Sexy walks and glaring looks
No, we’re happy in these shoes
Give me blood
And I’ll ask for scabs
Give me cocktails
And I’ll ask for napkins
Give me rainbows
And I’ll ask for the rain
Give me eyebrows
And I’ll ask for the lips
Give me hair
And I’ll fray it everywhere
Now we’re happy in these shoes