Teeth

My kind of love Ain't your kind of love And it's something that can't be taught No it's not What I thought It was I was her next best smoke I am a happy accident In a town Of crossing trains I am a good bad joke I am a bag with teeth in it Under a lonely Pillow case My kind of love Ain't your kind of love And it's something that can't be taught No it's not What I thought It was