You want a Bugatti?
You want a Maserati?
You better work bitch”
I am sharper than a razor
Eyes made of lasers
Bolder than the truth
They want me locked up in the system
‘Cuz I’m on a mission
Blame it on my youth
Too long I’ve been out here on my own
Now I’m ‘bout to bring it home
Like a rolling stone
I ain’t never been afraid to die
Look a man in the eye
I’ve come to give you what you love
I could liken you to a werewolf, the way you left me for dead,
But I admit that I provided a full moon.
And I could liken you to a shark, the way you bit off my head,
But then again, I was waving around a bleeding open wound.
But you were such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me;
We’re like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity.
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other.
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key.”
“Werewolf" by Fiona Apple, from The Idler Wheel…
When I learned to talk, I found words that weren’t worth dirt
I can’t hold my breath anymore, I stopped swimming and learned to surf”