In your basement, I grow cold Thinking back to what I was always told Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love 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 When my mother sees me on the side Of a milk carton in Winn-Dixie’s dairy aisle She’ll cry And wait up for me We’ll make love in your attic all night Euphoric in some strange delight I'm happier here cause he told me I should be You’re so handsome when I'm all over your mouth 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