Dance for him like your mother used to

Just like your father taught you to do

He couldn't help but laugh at the girl

Ripping out eyes from his head

Why don't you believe me?

When I tell you you're fucking intimidating

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I am the can that holds dirty water

I am the canvas you paint with

I'll be the can that holds dirty water this time

Mice scratching at the walls in your head

Mice at the walls in your head

I am the can that holds dirty water

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Trust is not a word that dabbles around our block

Drink it down like you have the strength of fifty men

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I am the can that holds dirty water

I am the canvas you paint with

I am the can that holds dirty water this time

Luck will hit the habitat

Luck will hit the habitat

Mice scratching at the walls in your head

Mice scratching at the walls in your head

Funnier every time I see it

Funnier every time I feel it

Every time I lose it

Funnier every time I lose it

Mice scratching at the walls in your head

Mice scratching at the walls in our heads

(inside of me, inside of you)

Luck will hit the habitat

(inside of me, inside of you)

Luck will hit the habitat