Closed-eyed mind
Blink once and you won’t be alive
She a killer rocking Third Eye Blind
Taste-wise, she won’t be defined
She don’t say too much, got the magic touch
Girls and boys say "sweet and fine"
Candy cane made shank, gonna make you bank
In the grey there, walk the line
You catching feelings for her, she got you on the hook
You could be catching some shit if you fucking/don’t look
Rookie, I’m just explaining the game you’re about to play
The blame will shift from her to yours if you’re searching for partial nookie
from Sookie; well lookie, I see you took the chance to go holding hands
The sitch: you fell for modern-day bitchy Circe (this whole thing’s Wookiee)
Bookie, get me Benny on any way this goes crazy
He wishing that he be Kenny, go double down on a Henny, yes

(Hook)
I know you say she's crazy
I know you say that my vision's hazy but
I can see that we're meant to be
An angel from above
Waving her red flag of love for me

Worst girl to be with: yujja loca
Venus fly trap saying that she’d hold ya
Pains me to be right, said I told ya
Don’t snatch up the red flag

Wiser men have fallen for a sweeter taste, you’re not the first
But listen to history, follow her story, better learn the worst
The curse of the royal wine, they live to drink but drink to die,
Poison inside; can’t live in a house of lies
Keyser Söze crafting stories bout the crime that she commits
Victimizing and shit, you got heart-filled eyes but can’t see all her tricks
She playing games with you, stirring up toil and Trouble
even with Hubble, double 20s gone: ’08 economic bubble burst
Your birth would go in vain for you to waste your life away
With a siren call astray. What do we say to Lady Death: “Not today”
Best case: you got a worst case story, chatting along to your friends
But the worst case got your face in a frame hanging up in her place
trophy over Lucy's fireplace
Chasing her be facing consequences amazing
Hell raising, rat-racing chaotic evil
Her black tar soul primeval
Taste just a little, an M in a sea of Skittles
Committal be recommended
Imagine, to have her kid'll be the

Wait a minute, I don’t get a damn say in this?
All you motherfuckers push your way into my dating business
Say you claim to witness me crossing my name out on a hit list
By some widow maker, asking “Dinner later?”
Let me finish
I’m aware of all the fakers trying to take up men and women
for their status, that’s just madness, disco panicked
planet falling off its axis
Can’t this be a normal situation?
Girl gives a flirtation
Not a magnet with a Magnum
So let me dive into this temptation
Every body got some baggage
Don’t look like you don’t have it
We’re breathing Jacob Marley’s ghost
You go round venture-flagging?
You heard this gossiping, hospitalizing any chance of trust you had, your word now clad, go hobbling to your bandwagon
Dragging flagging till the last reason’s lacking
Smacking down any chance of
Shagging that "nagging maggot: ‘magine that he’ll be dead as Latin”
She might be in the red
But we all end up dead
I’ll take that bet on her so
that you eat the words you boldly said