Warm Body

He's got a problem so he's just my type
I'm so in love with always having someone on my mind
I've got a thing for shitty poetry that doesn't rhyme
I've got a thing for wasting my time

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter
Who you are
You're just a warm body
Baby

You're so adult, baby, tell me ‘bout your wasted life
You're so mature and I can tell by how you did that line

It doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter
Who you are
You're just a warm body
Baby, everybody wants to lose control
Everybody wants to lose control
Everybody wants to lose control
Everybody wants to lose control