Errands

She’s got me runnin’ errands,

Not far from the moon

She’s got an appetite of fear,

And cheap perfume

All in a fire, all in favor to me 

She’s too hot for temperature, 

Too hot to remember to breathe

She’s got me runnin’ errands,

Meant for a fool

She’s got an appetite,

Fingers tearing right through

To you, to you

All in a fire, all cause she’s in love with me

She’s too hot for temperature, too hot to remember to breathe

All in a fire, all cause she’s in love with me

She’s too hot for temperature, too hot to remember to breathe