The Reigning Champ Of The Teething Crowd - Say Hi

«Give me something to chew on», she said

With a face longer than space

On the day she wore her black T-shirt

And held her black bouquet

I said to come closer

And I’d point out my favorite stars

And maybe we could both breathe a little life

Into these cold coffins of hearts

Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts

Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts

And oh, the games we played with each other

Battleships sunk and triple word scores

And oh, the things we said to each other

While knocking the vases onto the floor

Because she is as stunning

As a phaser set on stun

And yeah, she’ll stop your pulse

But not without some fun

She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd

And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down

She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd

And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down

She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd

And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down