Freezer bride, your sweet divine
You devour like smoked bovine hide
How funny, I never considered myself tough
You're so handsome, walking over to me now
I tried to be good, am I no good?
Am I no good? Am I no good?
With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence
I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours
If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick.