[bad word] sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
 [bad word] loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
When I crawl into your arms
Everything, [bad word] tumbling down
 [bad word] sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
 [bad word] loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around

Your face looks sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
 [bad word] sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
 [bad word] loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around