Chris Wright For Sale
Sell me baby, sell my soul
Cut me up and take my pieces home
Sell me Baby, yeah go get paid
I tripped and fell but it's no mistake
Can't afford a lock smith
Can't afford a lock either
Hid it in my brain, threw the key off of the dock
And then sped off in my two-seater
Cool cats ain't afraid of no lightning
But the clap when it blooms is so frightening
Tugging on my soul baby it ain't worth the fighting
I don't see the point but you drive it like an ice-pick, oooouuu
Baby let it fall
Take it slow and hit it raw
Sell me baby, sell my soul
Cut me up and take my pieces home
Sell me Baby, yeah go get paid
I tripped and fell but it's no mistake
Take me to your black market
Or back to where it all started
I think you need re-memory, or Hennessy
The energy to finish where we last parted
I like it all, baby, you ain't gotta specify
Cut my heart out, and still i'd be so mesmerized
Take away my holiest possession never testify
You took away my will and I tried so hard to empathize, ouuuu
But maybe I was wrong
Maybe I'd be better without you
Maybe I don't wanna know
That maybe I'd be better without you
