Baby, won't you quit this,
haunting of my living room?
It takes all of my head not to get stuck in your american blues.
Baby, won't you call it quits?
Or I'll hang on like a summer tick.
And I will bleed you dry,
I'm a loving parasite.
Oh, baby, won't you call it quits?
Baby won't you quit this,
ghosting and leave me be?
Because my sockets,
are like faucets;
I'm smoking 'till my insides bleed.
Baby, won't you call it quits?
Or I'll hang on like a summer tick
And I will bleed you dry
I'm a loving parasite
Oh, baby, won't you call it quits?