Push My Buttons - Chase Pagan
Your fear of love is old
You're damned and you don't have a soul
You're feeling lovely
Well come on let me hurt you
Cause I don't feel at all
You know how to push my buttons
You're smelling cold roses
That you picked from mother Mary's garden
You got a lot of blood left in that dead soul
You know how to push my buttons
You know how to push my buttons
Your fear of love is old
You're damned and you don't have a soul
You're feeling lovely well just let me help you feel
Feel like dirt
You know
How to push my buttons
