He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the world
For a fortune queen
But it's hard to amend
How it ends and
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the
I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass it's ticking like a clock
It's a matter of time before we all run out...
When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth
