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 apologise I'm a little late
When it's over, (be yours)
I'll be your lemonade
I'm in my phantom phase
Locking up my borders like the U.S.A
When it's over, (be yours)
I'll be your lemonade
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 pheonix 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 apologise I'm a little late
When it's over, (be yours)
I'll be your lemonade
I'm in my phantom phase
Locking up my borders like the U.S.A
When it's over, (be yours)
I'll be your lemonade
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I'll be your lemonade
(Be yours)
I'll be your lemonade
