Bullets and Bread Ima Robot

This is it
Spitfire takes the stage
A mess in paper clothes (paper)
She recalled the horrors of her youth
Now watch her close her eyes and lick the microphone
I know you won't, but who am I to tell you more?
Oh no

I love her
I love her
I cannot believe her
I wanna deceive her
I love her to death
I need her so badly
I want her so madly
I leave her so sadly
She's bullets and and and bread

Get me on the floor
Let me look at you sideways
A choice of your three doors
I choose that one, that one, ooh
Well leave me, now, honey, to a starving mantra It looks like I could lose control of my world my world

I love her, I need her, I leave her for death
I wanna believe her, she's bullets and bread