Fighting in the borderline
You [bad word] here any [bad word] past their prying eye
You [bad word] here any time
In the life, fire within
Their limbs, here art lies
My head keeps calling your
Housekeeper calling
Who will carry?
Who will carry?

You resemble morning light
Blue skin on top of mine
Give me the creeps, I'll pay for that
Hold you in my underwear
Give me the creeps, I'll pay for that
Someone might see, but I don't care
Uh, we done lost too many
In the land that barely goes
Doesn't your star look buried?
Holding my hands against your thigh
Who will carry?
Who will carry?

Uh, we done lost too many
In the land that barely goes
Doesn't your star look buried?
Holding my hands against your thigh
Who will carry?
Who will carry?
Who will carry?
Who will carry?
Who will carry?
Who will carry?
Who will carry?