Geography

Oh, geography
Is gonna make a mess of me
Oh, geography
Is gonna make a mess of me
My, my mouth
A confessional cannon
Run away from me
With the most reckless of abandon
Are you unhappy for me?
I am unhappy for you
All I can think to do
Get you, get you, get you
Good, good, good, good
But I don’t know
What I don’t know
Well I don’t know
What I don’t know
Oh, oh
Fire compels
Fire consumes
You are a cheater
You are too fireproof
You are fireproof
I am a smoky plume I am
Climb a ladder up to
Your bedroom
But I don’t know
What I don’t know
Well I don’t know
What I don’t know
Oh, oh
My blood is thin
With aspirin
I throw you in
I throw you in
My blood is thin
With aspirin
I throw you in
I throw you in
I throw you in