Trouble is your middle name
That's a dangerous place to be
Within your mis-en-scene
There is no sobriety
No dancing in the street
No roaming on your phone
Your taste is bitter sweet
And your Facebook is your home
Love love you fit me like a glove
Love love I can't get enough
You make me wild and weary
You make me sad
You're Myspace now in theory
You're YouTube mad
You'll never know what it means
Living inside my dream
Visions of so many things
A thousand violins
Love love you fit me like a glove
Love love I can't get enough
