[bad word] out and play
You're my mistake
You'll be much better than yesterday
Cursing quietly in the dark
Breathing sweet with a pounding heart
No forevers but good enough for medicine

Our magnetism I can't resist
I hate myself when I get like this
The monster's in me and burns to kiss right now
'Cuz every single day

Baby, you're my mistake
You'll be much better than yesterday

glazed pig on a platter lies
Birds flew out when I slashed its side
You applauded and flashed your eyes at your lover man

You're fresh and dangerous like Brazil
Brown [bad word] and made to kill
All surrounded and glad to go through [bad word] 
'Cuz every single day, baby

You're my mistake
You'll be much better than yesterday
Say what you were talkin' about

You're my mistake
You'll be much better than yesterday
Than yesterday
Than yesterday...
 [bad word] out and play