P-sychiatrist - Pretty Lips Lyrics

When I saw her on the edge
I thought I knew just what to say
When I saw him squeeze her little hand
I had to prove I was her man

Pretty lips hold me down
From the tops of buildings (to the), velvet underground
Pretty lips hold me down
Squamous epithelium stratified around

Lyra's tongue was freezer burnt
But at the time I didn't have concerns
So I left her stranded in a field
Where nothing is impossible

Pretty lips hold me down
From the tops of buildings to the velvet underground
Pretty lips hold me down
Squamous epithelium lubricates the sounds

No no no no no no no
Help me