Sugar Bombed My Heart

Retro swing-jazz big band, brushed kit and upright bass walking lazily, Muted trumpet answers male vocals with cheeky fills; piano comps in tight clusters, sax section swells into a bright, brassy chorus, Bridge leans into half-time croon with close-mic intimacy, then snaps back into a snappy, horn-stab finale, plenty of room for winked ad-libs, jazzy

[Verse 1] Met you by the Red Rocket Chems on sale Love on tap You were bartering for duct tape I was there Selling scrap You said "Nice hat Shame 'bout the radiation" I said "Girl That's just my glow" You slipped me a heart-shaped Stimpak Said "Pop this when you're low" (oh!) [Chorus] Be my Vaultentine Baby We’ll share one suit for two If the world keeps on exploding I still respawn next to you Be my Vaultentine Darling From the Cranberry bog to the Mire Our love’s like a busted fusion core Still throwing off fire [Verse 2] You like long walks through the Ash Heap I like Nuka-Cola on ice You bring the legendary shotgun I bring questionable advice We slow-danced in a raider trap Till the turrets joined in too Even the ghouls started snapping They just couldn’t hate on you (hey!) [Chorus] Be my Vaultentine Baby You’re my favorite daily op If my heart ever hits “over-encumbered” You help me drop the junk I got Be my Vaultentine Darling When the Scorchbeast blocks the sky I’ll serenade you in a paper party hat Till that big bat cries [Bridge] Maybe the bombs fell hard Maybe the past is gone But you draw hearts on my Pip-Boy While the radio hums along If this is the end of the world It’s a pretty cute end to me Two weirdos in leather armor Almost matching Accidentally (mm-hmm) [Chorus] Be my Vaultentine Baby We’ll turn this wasteland sweet Every mole rat Every Mr. Handy Doing jazz hands in the street Be my Vaultentine Darling If we get one last great big bang We’ll kiss under that mushroom cloud Like it’s ’57 again (yeah, yeah) Be my Vaultentine Baby In this blown-out Beat-up scene You’re my one rare drop in Appalachia My atomic tangerine

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