fresh darling clementines, all the way from spain how cute is the box and your fingers picking away the peels each one drops i see your fingers laced in my body, mmmm, the way it feels mmmm, the pain i i crumble i i crumble i i crumble mmmm, the way it feels mmmm, the pain bubbling hot tub water two half-naked chicks, styling his wet hair whose house next saturday? who can i trust? like you care i've come a long way from where I was driven by your lust i'm not your kicks i i crumble i i crumble i i crumble mmmm, the way it feels mmmm, the pain