Running home to get your call. Call me Molly. It's so nice when you don't call. I'm such a loser. I'm giving away my blood to please you. Can't you see there's something wrong with me? I've been laid out flat so many times before. What's one more? Someone's got it in for me. Just like, just like Ducky. Every time I go to sleep at night, and I see that picture of your face, I'm thinking about my dreams for you, and how they'll be erased. I'm pretty cursed in pink.
Lyrics submitted by punk_in_drublic99