Текст песни Happiness

You're what happens when models marry
You're the kind of angel they produce
Pale creature more sad than savage
Heaven knows you're fireproof
In an apartment with a dirty mirror
You can still kiss your face goodbye
Yeah

I want you, I need you,
I want your skin upon my skin
I want to - possess you,
I want to know where the hell you've been
Yeah

You're what happens when models marry
You're the sort of victim they let loose
Sitting on your own, it's tragicPaul McDermott - Happiness - http://ru.motolyrics.com/paul-mcdermott/happiness-lyrics.html
That no one knows the awful truth
Your scheming little junkie friends all tell you
That kind of beauty is a crime
Yeah

I want you, I need you,
I want you confused and unable to stop
I want to - possess you,
I want to know what the hell you want

I want you, I need you,
I want your happiness and scars
I want to - oppress you,
I want to know who the hell you think you are
Yeah
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