Sitting in her bedroom and she's listening with headphones To a song that I once sang I wonder if she's waiting for a song that she could call her own She wonders what's the delay And I write, 'cause I owe it to you and I am on your side You're mine tonight Heaven sent and so complete I wonder if she misses me When I am not around I'm trying to be quiet But I want to start a riot in the street So she'd come down She doth teach the torches to burn bright And she gets down, she gets down right Your cigarettes just got a light And I know I want burns Heaven sent and so complete She dropped my TV in the street I didn't even care Little things like attitude The way that we both hate seafood I wonder why she's there But I don't ask, you don't tell Never really goes this well Surprised to hear you say Worried I would go away But never ever be afraid 'cause this ones here to stay This one smokes the competition right Convinced St. Francis to ignite Your cigarettes are not alright And I know I want burns For the sun to rise It must get dark I'd never think you'd miss that mark For the sun to rise It must get dark And I know I burn