Heart Shaped Moon

There's a heart shaped moon in the
Sky and the stars are amazin'
Oh, shit- something 'bout your
Scars got me gazin'
Let's hop up in the car like we're crazy
And drive to the ocean, ocean, oh shit

Baby dip your toes in- send me to heaven
We're going to fall in love
Like Whinnie and Kevin
We're going to head into the city at seven
Before it gets dark, sit, park
I'mma try to stitch parts
Of your split heart back together
Angel with white back feathers
Spare boots made of tight black leather
Keep her nickel-plated pistol right
Behind that dresser yessir
You ain't gonna find that treasure never

Uh uh, and I ain't just another blood sucker
Uh uh
For you I'd probably kill a motherfucker
Stick the needle in between your
Toes like you buzzin'
Give you black rose after black
Rose by the dozen

And I don't want a scarlet whore
What'chu think the stars are for?
I'd rather find a woman that could turn
Into an artist when she walks
Through a department store

It's my imperial life
I'd rather have wife material
Than a god damned material wife, but
Ain't nothin vain 'bout a big bodied Benz
You can tell your little
Twig 'hottie' friends that I said

Your eyes are a color that I've never seen
I'm gonna save my money up
And buy you everything
I said Your eyes are a
Color that I've never seen
I'm gonna save my money up
And buy you wedding rings

And all I wanna do before the world will end
Is buy my girl a Benz
I said and all I wanna do
Before the world will end
Is buy my girl a Benz

C'mon life is amazing
Had a son
Now I got a wife that'll raise him
I remember spending half my life
In a Days Inn every single night I would eat
Muffin bites and some raisins for dinner

As a kid, using mics that were Hasbro Brand
Till I slid cross-country in an Astro Van
Big work, little pay
Like I put the money right
In fucking Castro's hands
But I attract those fans

That will dance, that will twirl and spin
Found a girl that got an other-worldly grin
And I shower her with diamonds, pearls
And gems
But all I wanna do is buy my girl a Benz
See I don't want a scarlet whore
What'chu think the stars are for?
I'd rather find a woman that could turn
Into an artist when she walks
Through a department store

It's my imperial life
I'd rather have wife material
Than a god damned material wife but
Ain't nothing vain 'bout a big bodied Benz
Girl, it's something we can get naughty in
Once again

And all I wanna do before the world will end
Is buy my girl a Benz, once again say
All I wanna do before the world will end
Is buy my girl a Benz, once again say
All I wanna do before the world will end
Is buy my girl a Benz, once again, listen
All I wanna do before the world will end
Is buy my girl a mother fucking-