I don‘t know if I can listen to your madness
If I‘m not allowed to touch you
I don‘t know if I can cradle your insanity
If I‘m not allowed to f**k you

But of course I will, of course I will, of course I will, course I will

‘Cause baby I’m a wash bag, baby I’m a doormat
Come on and throw your dirt on me
I’m a Reverse Tinman, I’m all heart and no body

Contact for conquest
I don’t even care if it feels good now
I’m a fire extinguisher under glass
Until you burn down

And of course you will, of course you will, of course you will, of course you will

‘Cause baby your resilient, baby you’re a small bomb
Come on and do your worst to me
You are the last sunset: you’re so sad but so pretty

I’ve got a spine
You can use it if you need to
The choice is mine
And I’d do anything you’d ask me to
I don’t need to go out
Come on just tell me what else to do
I can log it all night
I’ve got nothing that I’d rather do

But of course you do, of course you do, of course you do, of course you do