Cultured Perfection

You speak the tongue of reason

To the queen of idealism

Whisper in my ear again

The words you say are cultured perfection.

Woah, start praying, woah.

Cause darling, they’ll never catch us alive.

 

You sound impressed

But you haven’t seen nothing yet

I’m holding your breath

With my cultured perfection.

 

You meet me at my middle,

But I’ll be late, oh just a little,

Tell it to my heart again,

The words you say are cultured perfection.

Woah, start paying, woah.

Cause darling, you’re setting this on fire.

 

You sound impressed

But you haven’t seen nothing yet

I’m holding your breath

With my cultured perfection.

 

Take my picture,

I’m such a vision,

Take my picture,

Lights on or off?

Take my picture,

It’s so unnatural,

Take my picture,

Lights on or off?

 

You sound impressed,

But you haven’t seen anything yet,

I’m holding your breath,

With my cultured perfection.

 

Cause darling, we’re making this a mess.

They’ll never catch us…alive.