I wanna be on the front line, nodding up suit ties
Talking like a headstrong mamma
Got a picture in your wallet,
Making me a habbit wearin’ your vintage t-shirt
Tied ribbons on your top pad,
Tellin’ me I’m all that, just like the girls from your hometown
Sweet blooded and up-stranded, see if I can stand it, drinking in the shallow water

 [bad word] 
Magnetic everything about you,
You really got me, now

 [bad word] 
You did to me so well
Hypnotic taking over me
Make me feel like someone else
You got me talking in my sleep
I don’t [bad word] back down
I don’t wanna touch the ground
I’m sick of pushing down so deep
Hypnotic taking over me

Ahh, aahh
White threads on my laces {?},
 [bad word] on the hinges, swinging the door to the back yard
‘Cause dwellers {?} walk a tight rope
Spot like a bandage touch on the outer surface
Bright eyes of the solstice wherever your mind is heading from a freight train city
Locked up till you moon it,
 [bad word] my hair back, feeling your lips on my cold neck

 [bad word] 
Magnetic everything about you,
You really got me, now

 [bad word] 
You did to me so well
Hypnotic taking over me
Make me feel like someone else
You got me talking in my sleep
I don’t [bad word] back down
I don’t wanna touch the ground
I’m sick of pushing down so deep
Hypnotic taking over me
Hypnotic taking over me

 [bad word] 
You did to me so well
Hypnotic taking over me
Make me feel like someone else
You got me talking in my sleep
I don’t [bad word] back down
I don’t wanna touch the ground
I’m sick of pushing down so deep
Hypnotic taking over me

Hypnotic taking over me
Hypnotic taking over me
Ahh, ahh