Woorden: Offspring, The. Dirty Magic.

In my own simple way

I think she wants me only

She said," Come over right away."

But she's just not that way

Her little soul is stolen

See her put on her brand new face



Pull the shades

Razor blades

You're so tragic

I hate you so but love you more

I'm so elastic

The things you say

Games you play

Dirty magic



I should know better than to think I'd reach inside her

It's all a cloudy kind of daze

She's not so sweet today

She mocks me, I'm no fighter

It all just seems like such a waste

It's oversimplified