Jenny Owen Youngs - Fuck, Was I текст песни

Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasite bent on devouring it's host,
I'm developing my sense of humour,
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth
Till I can laugh at my face betneath your feet

Skillet on the stove, it's such a temptation,
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the Fuck was I thinking?

Love ploughs through me like a dozer
I've got more give than a bale of hay
And there's always a big mess left over
With a what did you do and a what did you say
what did you do and what did you say

Skillet on the stove, it's such a temptation,
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon,
Opens the wounds and then fills them with lead,
And I'm having some trouble just breathing
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you
if we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead.

Skillet on the stove, it's such a temptation,
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?
What the Fuck was I thinking?

What is so embarrassing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing
I'm running out of places to hide it
I'm running out of places to hide it

What the Fuck was I thinking?
You know I've got what you want
What the Fuck was I thinking?
You know I've got what you want
What the Fuck was I thinking?
You know I've got what you want
What the Fuck was I thinking?
You know I've got what you want