(whistling)
If you take my eyes, I'm the man in love
I'm the man of the house
If I'm using my hands, I can see the inside of your mouth
Oh, Petra Rae
You rest on me
Oh, Petra Rae
Fire up the night, I'm a socialite
I'm a torrent of rage
I can see from behind to my brain and my spine
And thoughts of who I was before you came
Oh, Petra Rae
You rest on me
Oh, Petra Rae
I shit you not, you broke my heart
To make it whole, to make it start
You stick around, I run from you
If that's not love, then nothing is true
Oh, Petra Rae
If you take my eyes, I'm the man in love
I'm the man of the house
If I'm using my hands, I can see the inside of your mouth
Oh, Petra Rae
You rest on me
Oh, Petra Rae
Fire up the night, I'm a socialite
I'm a torrent of rage
I can see from behind to my brain and my spine
And thoughts of who I was before you came
Oh, Petra Rae
You rest on me
Oh, Petra Rae
I shit you not, you broke my heart
To make it whole, to make it start
You stick around, I run from you
If that's not love, then nothing is true
Oh, Petra Rae
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