[Intro] [Spoken Words] THÁT'S MINE! Nò- Back the fuck up- Don't touch it you dumb bitch- Havent your parents ever teach you to keep your sausage fingers to yourself? Thàt's fùcking mine! [Verse 1] Ever wonder who takes, Hide... Steals... What belongs to me? Loose change. Hair ties. Lipstick on your lips. You keep losing little things, I keep them at my finger tips. You call it bad luck, I call it a gift. One quick little bump, And your pockets fucking shift. [Pre-Chorus] I swèar I won't do it. Won't tattle tell. I swèar I won't do it. Won't tattle tell. Cròss my heart... Hope to gò to hell. [Chorus] THÁT'S MÍNE! Don't fùcking touch it. Found it first, So I fucking love it. THÁT'S MÍNE! Call me psychòtic. Every little souvenir Ends up in my pocket. Smile for the spotlight. Wave before you leave. You never even notice Everything I thieve. MineMineMíneMineMINE!- [Harmonica Solo] Fast carnival harmonica solo with stomping drums, eerie circus organ, laughing in the background. [Verse 2] Front row every Friday. Same old little grin. You think you're watching me... I've already let you in. Every tiny trinket, Every scent you wear. If it's touched by your hands, Then it fucking belongs here. You laugh when I bow. You cheer when I bleed. You don't know you're feeding Everything I need. [Final Chorus] THÁT'S MÍNE! Your rings. Your keys. Your lucky little hoodie. THÁT'S MÍNE! Your perfume. Your ticket. Everything's a goodie. Run and tell security. Tell 'em I'm insane. I'll be waving from the stage... Wearing all your favorite things. [end] [spoken] ITS MINE, I LICKED IT! [Final Harmonica Solo]
