i sat on the edge of my bed and i sang you velvet underground songs
half asleep you said i sounded pretty but if i asked you wouldn't sing along
cause you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
i intrigue you by being so sadomasochistic
deriving pleasure from inflicting pain is something that makes you tick
that's why you're easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you asked me if my dad owned a shotgun
or if i thought he would shoot you if he got one
but i still sat on the edge of my bed and i sang you velvet underground songs
half asleep you said i sounded pretty but if i asked you wouldn't sing along
cause you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
i intrigue you by being so sadomasochistic
deriving pleasure from inflicting pain is something that makes you tick
that's why you're easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you are so easy on the eyes
but hard on my heart
you asked me if my dad owned a shotgun
or if i thought he would shoot you if he got one
but i still sat on the edge of my bed and i sang you velvet underground songs