The sound of my heart The beat goes on and on and on and on and You make me feel good Come on to me, come on to me now Boom boom boom clap You're picture perfect blue Sunbathing on the moon Stars shining as your bones illuminate

Broken summer, broken summer To us, back to us Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture 'Cause that broken summer's hanging over me Drowning in the sunshine, and I spend a long time Thinking, girl, you got the best of me Hopping on a flight,

Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands? Seen the vivid pictures in my head I'm under the assumption love is dead Dead inside Spend a lot of time stuck in this head of mine Under the assumption love is dead, already Just let me be here

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were

Don't you leave me all alone Leave your perfume on my pillow and your picture on my phone Leave the towel on the shower and that empty shampoo bottle That make-up on the counter And I don't mind at all When you gotta go 'Cause I love what you've done You

Girl can you picture this Picture this, picture this When you look into your future Who's there standing With you when you close your eyes Do you see what I see You and me, it's like a movie scene That's the way you know it should be The two of us

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

Welcome to Burlesque, Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Ooh, everyone is buying, Put your money in my hand, Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it seems,

Hug me (bring it in) I think they wanna take a picture Would ya loosen up? Would ya Hug me? (bring it in) Oh would ya, would ya Why do you insist on trying to give me away When they were too good and you wanted to shake them, who came? I was your dirty