hand me a trick and a kick and your message
you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
then thought that i could decipher your message
there's no one here, dear
no one at all

and if i'm wasting all your time this time
maybe you never learned to take
and if i'm hanging on to your shade
i guess i'm way beyond the pale

and southern men can grow cold, can grow pretty
blood can be pretty like a delicate man
copper to steal
to a hinge that is faltered
that lets you in
lets you in
lets you in

and if i'm wasting all your time this time
i guess you never learned to take
and if i'm hanging onto your shade
i guess i'm way beyond the pale

somethings just keeping you numb

you told me last night you were a sun now
with your very own devoted satellite
happy for you, and i am sure that i hate you
two suns to many
too many able fires...

hand me a trick and a kick and your message
you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole