Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.