She Reporter Lyrics

If there's something in your eyes

Let me take a look

No need to fear me baby

I'm like an open book

It must be rough to feel

You're just so delicate

If I scratch you with my hand

It won't make a cut

No it won't make the cut

Care to share a cab back

To your private zip code

Always passing through here

Why don't you lift this load

An empty parking lot

And have you asked yourselves

Where are your children now

Because it's almost ten o' clock

Now it's ten o'clock

Kill the she reporter

For standing too close next to you

We're safe but there's no telling

What god-man will do.