Lyrics Wicked Wonderboys - Bertine Zetlitz

She's got a cool quiet complection
She's got a sweet sense of rejection
And all the wicked wonderboys
Washed upon the shore
She wants more

She's got a weird taste for deception
She's got a cool quiet complection
And all the wicked wonderboys
Sleeping by your door
She wants more

She wants line, feeling fine,
She wants stars and she wants guitars
She likes you to be scared all the time
She wants sun, and their gun
She likes cars baby, hit and run
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine

She's got a sweet tooth for disaster
When you're quick, honey she's faster
And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed
She sees red

She's got a cool quiet complection
She's got a weird taste for deception
And all the wicked wonderboys are
Washed upon the shore
She wants more

She wants line, feeling fine
She wants stars and she wants guitars
She likes you to be scared all the time
She wants sun, and their gun
She likes cars baby, hit and run
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine

She wants line, feeling fine
She wants stars and she wants guitars
She likes you to be scared all the time
She wants sun, and their gun
She likes cars baby, hit and run
She wants you to be gone, she'll be fine