Matt Maltese Guilty
I pull back the sheets, I brush my yellow teeth
And I pick up the items of incriminating clothing
She's got a guy, why did I say something to her
I just can't help it, I'm a freak and she's my healer
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby
Through nation-wide mess, I still thought of her
I tried horse tranquilizer just to impress her
I kiss her then leave, how the hell did I get here
8AM and my poor heart now sure feels tender
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby
I get the first train, I start hallucinating
You in your underwear and me on the guillotine
We reach the cruel end of this Greek tragedy
Head in the toilet and an urge to scream guilty
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice to be guilt-free, baby
There she goes, slipping through my fingers
I had a choice and I chose guilty, baby, with you
