Your love is like a studded leather headlock
Your kiss it could put creases in the rain
You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock
And those other girls are just postmix lemonade
Jigsaw women with horror movie shoes
Be cruel to me, 'cause I'm a fool for you
Hit me for the day
For the light
That you suffered
To come by
Take to my sky
Never wanting
Only wonder
To live out of reach
Sloping family
Short to tall
One to three
Swallow the key
In their footprints
I will follow
Tell me that you wanna scold me
Tell me that you adore me
Tell me that you're famous for me
Tell me that you're gonna score me
Tell me that you gotta show me
Tell me that you need to sorely
Oh, men don't notice what they got
Oh, women think of that a lot
One thousand ways to please your man, oh
Not even one requires a plan, I know
- The Strokes