Get made honey, feed you at your own damn game No thanks honey, I'm livin' on my ass to blame Feet on the ground, ninja heads goin' down the drain Her head's on windmills, you lose to the nether mine And when the jawline The Indian summer carry was all over the floor She was a rap-knock winner and rarely ever left the store She sang and danced all night and wrung all the right out of me Oh, pass me the vial and cross your fingers, it don't take time to measure jawline Hi-ho, silver weevil, singin' all your cowboy songs Oh, you don't care if you promised that you wouldn't be long Her head's on windmills, you lose, love is such a crime No thanks honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose when the jawline The Indian summer carry was all over the floor She sang and danced all night and wrung all the right out of me Oh, you don't care if you promised that you wouldn't be long Her head's on windmills, you lose, love is such a crime She sang and danced all night and wrung all the right out of me *