You break my heart when I always see you comin’ around
You be up and it always seem to gettin’ me down
I’m a flunk, I’m a dead white lighter
You have spunk, you’re a twelve leg spider
Cool it with the credit card, twenty-five leotards
Tryin’ to clear my head by balancin’ on ballerina bars, yeah
And that’s a ballerina bar
I’ll pack it up, then ferment it in a mason jar
Carry it around in my brand new fancy car
Buy one of those plane tickets to Mars
I’m at the bar and it’s a bargain
Fought myself in circles ’bout the flip from public to private
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Was in the dark when it came to gettin’ right in the head
When he left I was weak, I wasn’t leavin’ my bed
Now I’m free, I’m a go-go dancer
I’m a freak, I know every answer
Rum-pum-pum-pum, I’ma set the pace
I’ma dunk bread on Italian lace
‘Cause I do what I want, I do what I like
And you can’t call my bluff when I roll the dice
And I apologize if I take it too far
But I get bored wearin’ all of these scars
I’m not alone but I’m a loner
Fought myself in circles, ’bout to flip from drinkin’ to sober
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
Volkia, Volkiano
‘Cause my baby get down when he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down when he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down ’cause he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down
Get out of my head, I
Get out of my head, I
Get out of my bed, I
I get it, get it
My head, I
Get out of my head, I
Get out of my bed, I
I get it, get it
‘Cause my baby get down when he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down when he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down ’cause he wanna fight
Yeah, my baby get down
Get out of my head, I
Get out of my head, I
Get out of my bed, I
I get it, get it with you
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