Texty: Kill The Young. She's Got It All.

Oh what a face, oh what a body, but no appetite
I cant believe she thought I'd actually fall in love with her
Oh she's so trite I think she's about to fall apart
Well honesty is not a policy I'd thought about
So she said?"lets go to bed"
I obliged and followed
Somehow lost in what she said
No regrets tomorrow
"Promise me" she said, my fingers crossed they're staying there
A look of worry on her face, I've seen it all before
Little does she know, this is the first time that it's happened to me
Maybe we're not so different than I actually thought we were
So she said?"lets go to bed"
I obliged and followed
Somehow lost in what she said
No regrets tomorrow
Her coloured hair, her fashion sense
The way she walks. It's what she wears
There's no mistake, she's got it all
There's no mistake
Her coloured hair, her fashion sense
The way she walks. It's what she wore
There's no mistake, she's got it all
No mistake
Oh such a face, oh such a body but no appetite
I can't believe she thought I'd actually fall in love with her