Sticky with champagne its okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!

Her lips are always open and bloody red (bloody)
Trying to get us all in her bed (in her)
And she hears a hundred songs that I wrote her (that I)
Made of tough love and (faux decay (faux decay)(?)).


Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay
Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay, it´s okay.

She hates and loves and loves and hates everyone (every)
Now she can´t find a train, to get gone (to get)
(Her back followed the, broken skin grafts (broken)
Half dead smiling, middle of dance (middle of dance)(?))

Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay
Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay, it´s okay.

She don´t swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself
She don´t swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself

Sticky! Sticky! Sticky!
Sticky! Sticky! Sticky!
Sticky! Sticky!

Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay
Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay.

Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay
Sticky with champagne it´s okay it´s her birthday. Sticky!
It´s okay, it´s okay, it´s okay.