Lyrics
I'll come based on facts like she'll be there
Making self-control leave me
And she'll stand there selling bricks to the rioters
I can't believe you're 26
With a habit of fueling my fix
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell-bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
You with those hands that are so hell-bent on
Making a mess, I suggest we rethink something
I'll come based on facts like we're always screaming
But I still love you tearing me up at the seams
And she'll stand there selling bricks to the rioters
I can't believe you're 26
With a habit of fueling my fix
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell-bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
You with those hands that are so hell-bent on
Making a mess, I suggest we rethink something
You see, if I'd have known what I know now
Thjen I would not have been less tempted
To get you on top at such a pace
I'd have been good to you, babe
You've got a mind that is so hell-bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
You with those hands that are so hell-bent on
Making a mess, I suggest we rethink something
You with those hands that are so hell-bent on (I can't believe you're 26)
Making a mess, I suggest we rethink something
