The Psychopathic Love Story

How do you feel
You're sweet as hell but I can't beat those standards;
impressing you is like trying to protect you from a speeding train.
My brain tells me to stop thinking, but all I see is the finest girl I've ever layed eyes on.
You walk in those jeans like theirs no one gonna stop you from bein' pretty.
You surf the biggest tidle waves with no problem and ride it like the best horse in the ranch.