Madding

Hey baby, your head's on fire
Chasing the miles
Escaping your one desire
But you're caught in the madding lightly pyre
I know you're tired
Five times i've heard you say “I tried.”
Come here baby, you're fine

Hey baby, your pants on fire
Hating the chances
Mating with no desire
But you're caught in the past and lightly blinded
I know you're tired
I know you're Bart
Five times I've heard you say “I tried.”
Stay here baby, you're mine