She's sticky with champagne its okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
Her lips are always open and bloody red, bloody
Trying to get us all in her bed, in her
Head she hears a hundred songs that I wrote say, that I made out of tough love and 14k
Sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay It's Okay
She hates and loves and loves and hates everyone,
Every night she can't find the strength to get God
To get her bag full of the broken skin gloves(?)
Broken, half-dead, smiling in love dance
In love dance
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She don't swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself
She don't swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself
Dance!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
Stickaaayyy!
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay
She's sticky with champagne it's okay it's her birthday
Stickaaayyy!
It's Okay It's Okay It's Okay
