Fry Me In A Pan Talkshow Boy

I’m ‘boutta kiss my face with high speed power tools
Over and around I heard your name (crashing out)
Up above it all you say (baby baby)
But I’m never ever over you (you’re never not around)

Write ‘em into place
True love is a cattle grid
Dinner date raping my innocent mind
Fry me in a pan
Flip it over easy (easy does it)
Up above it all you say (baby baby)
But most bands suck
Whose line is it anyway?
Sketching out for hours like the human jenga towers
Rock bands especially like they're all on autocues
Skеtching out for hours like the human jenga towеr

All his love comes sealed in packages
He’ll buy you things that money just can’t buy
Your love will buy you happiness
Too much pain, too few advantages
Bad things come in bite size packages
And good things come in groups of three or more
His love creates train wreckages

What was that you said?
Baby that's incredible
If I gave you credit could I use it in a song?
Push me ‘round the room it will make me edible
I only speak when spoken too, A kitten got my tongue
Fry me in a pan I’ll stop complaining once I’m famous
I’ve been looking for you everywhere you’re always in my head
Tear apart my face and if I bleeds that means I love you
But I guess you knew that anyways
(You’re welcome in my bed)