Texty: REM. Automatic For The People. Star Me Kitten.

Keys cut, three for the price of one
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use
I've changed the locks and you can't have one
You, you know the other two

The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glove box heart
What is there for me inside? This love is tired

I've changed the locks, have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds? Will this never end?
It could depend on your take

You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between
Can I throw in the ring? No gasoline

Just fuck me kitten
You are wild and I'm in your possession
Nothing's free so, fuck me kitten, just fuck me kitten
You are wild, I'm in your possession
So, fuck me kitten