I think it crashed
Wait, what
Wait, what crashed
I'm no mechanic
Just got gay panic
Ha, anyway
I've got a mentality
That's out of this reality
I can't do no casual thing
The only option's tinkering
Put the bar up way too high
To repair every new guy
Even if my standards say "bye-bye"
He's still the project on my mind
There's this one guy with no personality
But I can fix him, starting with his lethality
Need to bring morality
Not just sexuality
He's got to learn formality
These hopes are all based in my
Fallacy of this other guy
Who needs to turn round his life
But he's certainly full of spice
"Arson" is carved into his knife
That he uses for more than bruises
It brings him joy, and you know I like a bad boy
And I'm a sucker being his toy
I've got a mentality
That's out of this reality
I can't do no casual thing
The only option's tinkering
Put the bar up way too high
To repair every new guy
Even if my standards say "bye-bye"
He's still the project on my (mind)
On... on my... mind
How about this new guy with the money
Call him honey
Hate his manipulation
But I take it, just to taste it, oh
What do you know
It's not a new thing
But I can fix him
Maybe it'll mean a diamond ring
I love take a project all the way to completion
Maybe eventually it'll mean that I will get to keep one
"Midas" dick fit in your mouth
Ha, maybe