text: Black as a beacon in a river of shimmering fog
  Yes, she was
  If you were heatseeking, she was hard to ignore
  Yes, she was
  And she snapped wing mirrors off of Cadillacs
  The particular pretty ones
  And that meant she never had to strain her back
  When she was putting her lippy on
  Well, time tastes bland
  When shes not around
  And youd sit and youd sink and approach the brink
  Before she showed you how to shake loves steady hand
  Tha knows
  And she snapped wing mirrors off of Cadillacs
  The particular pretty ones
  And that meant she never had to strain her back
  When she was putting her lippy on
  Shake loves steady hand
  Shake loves steady
  She floats like a niccy rush and stings like a B-flat
  The blond-o-sonic shimmer trap
  And she snapped wing mirrors off of Cadillacs
  The particular pretty ones
  And that meant she never had to strain her back
  When she was putting her lippy on