Is that blood on me or blush?

Don't you want me like I want you, baby?

I do a pirouette in the chemical sunset - come and see me, baby, it's the end of days

 

Not tryna make you jealous but it looks so good on you

I'm not your getaway girl

I'm going on the run, on the run, on the run, on the, on the run

 

I know you want my touch for life