Boys to Kills

Who is this?
No, try again
Who is this?
No, try again

He took old memories and old moves to
And slipped across my mouth
To get the button off my pants
Funny how things end up
Funny how things end up
He keeps eggs in his pocket and cracks them on my knees
He must love to come back to visit
Gets the card
Melt to the wall across my bed
Try again
Try again
This one's for you
This one's for you

I'm in love with all the boys
And all the boys with lips to keep and hips to hold