Row E, Button 7

[Intro: Muffled and crackly, like it's playing from inside a metal box] It’s cold in here And sweet I think I’m leaking sugar [Verse: Slippery and slurred] All the gum is whisperin’ Row E, button 7 Told me not to trust the chips The pretzels think they’re heaven A soda winked and kissed my hand Then fizzed into the floor Now my thoughts are wrapped in foil And I can’t find the door [Bridge: Warped voice, time-stretched] Somebody pushed the button But it wasn’t for me Now I’m meltin’ into candy Like it’s meant to be [Outro: Haunting and soft, like a jingle fading out] Row E Button 7 Tell ‘em I was real