Trouble is your middle nameThat's a dangerous place to beWithin your mis-en-sceneThere is no sobrietyNo dancing in the streetNo roaming on your phoneYour taste is bitter sweetAnd your Facebook is your homeLove love you fit me like a gloveLove love I can't get enoughYou make me wild and wearyYou make me sadYou're Myspace now in theoryYou're YouTube madYou'll never know what it meansLiving inside my dreamVisions of so many thingsA thousand violinsLove love you fit me like a gloveLove love I can't get enough
