She steps off with the right foot
Her heart pumps like a starter pistol
It flutters like ticker tape and black crows
She never walks like a crosswalk marathon
Heartbreak gets right back to the wrist
Pain's a sprain (Wrapped, good as new)
Her giggle skips like a late-nite rock
She doesn't sniffle like a missing Barbie doll
Everything looks better on you
Everything looks like glitter on you
Summertime sunshine and chairs in a row
Storefronts in the window don't smile like that
She knows skin-deep where the cotillion starts
Like 'Love' was meant for boiled-over pots
She cooks it with a right-hand whisk
I didn't even teach her how to ball change
But she catches cues like a private school
She's never made to be like 'Whatever you do'
'She's never made to be like 'Don't swallow your gum'
Everything looks better on you
Everything looks like glitter on you
Everything looks better on you
Everything looks like glitter on you
My candle flicker
Icks my chatter
Akes my splatter
Icks my scattered
Akes (My)
Atteripsmy
Cigarettesask
My candy
Twinkling