Track Seven: Sensetive Angel
You say he's cold.
I say he's hot.
Hidden in the frost his heart beats out,
Lays a sensitive angel!
The bitter core shown on the outside,
Blocks potential sweetness the chance to shine.
Spaz... Spaz...Spaz
You say he's cruel...
I disagree!
STRONGLY!
He takes a stroll down my mind.
Then pokes a hole in my heart
When my guard is down.
Spaz... Spaz... Spaz
Quite frankly,
I'd have my lips on his hips anyday.
If he made your season miserable,
Then it's probably for a good reason.
Spaz... Spaz... Spaz