Your lipstick, his collar
Don't bother, angel
I know exactly what goes on

You're crazy for this one Steve
When everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess
(Well, which would you prefer?)
My finger on the trigger, or
(Me face down, down across your floor?)
Me face down, dead across your floor
(Me face down, down across your floor)
Well, just so long as this thing's loaded
And will you tell all your friends

You've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking
This all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends
You've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking
This all was only wishful thinking

This all was only wishful thinking

This all was only wishful thinking

Don't bother trying to explain, angel
I know exactly what goes on when you're on, and
How 'bout I'm outside of your window?
(Well, how 'bout I'm outside of your window)
Watching him keep the details covered
You're such a sucker for a sweet talker, yeah

(You're such a sucker)
And will you tell all your friends
You've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking
This all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends
You've got your gun to my head? (I regret)
This all was only wishful thinking (is that I)
This all was only wishful thinking (I never let you hold me back)

This all was only wishful thinking