Heaven Above

Artists : Player Hater : Heaven Above

I find you attractive in a Susan Smith sort of way
Pulled back hair and glasses
This doesn't happen to me everyday
You built me up
I built you down
You built me to spill
I want you to be the mother of
The childre we eventually kill
We send e-mail
You're a female
I know that's a bad rhyme, but I'm feeling stale
I'd like to show you
And get to know you
But I don't think I'm going to
You built me up
I built you down
I built you to spill
I want you to be the mother of
The children we eventually kill
I want you to be the mother of
All our children in heaven above
I want you to be the mother of
The children we eventually kill.