מילים לשיר The Temp – Nuno Bettencourt

She's my baby. She is a Raygun Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun She is my sunshine. My only sunshine Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice. She's temp, she's temp She got a special place for you She's temp, She's temp Underneath her favorite pair of shoes Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread Playing catch with living skulls Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive Devour my soul food over and over Trouble breathing, my world is strangling She my baby, she got the big gulp Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on She's temp, She's temp She's into nucleo and nucliete She's temp, She's temp She makes me feel like I'm hovering 580 meters over Hiroshima Just a piece of sun Peel me off before I fall On your skin I burn a home Lying lotion soothes the pain She likes it when it rains all day long Happiness is knockin', but she cries She's to blame, she seems a bit insane Then turning out the light she runs at night.