Pearl

Hot hands move things

I write on his wall, I have no mind at all

Hot things move him

I write on his wall, I have no heart at allI think she's a pretty little fool, she holds me down, she flows

She has a back like Marie

I think he's a crazy bastard, drives me home, he goes

You have a back like Marie, you have pearls on your eyesAnd you use your burning to wrap yourself in

And you use your fever to hide yourself away

And you use sweating to keep me down

And you use your heat to have meAnd you use your fire to be stronger than me

And you use your flame against me