She's got a cool quiet complexion
She's got a sweet sense of rejection
And all the wicked wonderboys
Are washed upon the shore
She wants more

She's got a weird taste for deception
She's got a cool, quiet complexion
And all the wicked wonderboys
Are asleep by her door
She wants more

She wants life, feeling fine
She wants stars and she wants guitars
She likes you to be scared all the time
She wants sun, and a gun
She likes cars baby, hit and run
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine

She's got a sweet tooth for disaster
When you're quick, honey she's faster
And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed
She sees red

She's got a cool quiet complexion
She's got a weird taste for deception
And all the wicked wonderboys are
Washed upon the shore
She wants more

She wants life, feeling fine
She wants stars and she wants guitars
She likes you to be scared all the time
She wants sun, and a gun
She likes cars baby, hit and run
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine