Mascara

I feel soon I will sink into you
What do you think?
'Cause there's still blood in your hair
Got the bruise of the year

But there's something about her long, shady eyes
I'm all about her shade tonight

I hate your tattoos
You have weak wrists, but I'll keep you

'Cause there's something about her long, shady eyes
I'm all about her shade tonight

Well, it's too bad, it's too bad
It's too bad you're married to me