Octopus

Little liar, a naughty boy Light a fire and dance in the smoke Every night, write a brand new song When I was younger there was nothing in my way at all Talks nice, like he's grown up right Don't tell a soul Maybe I like my coffee cold Maybe I'm crazy but just this is how i roll Hold the line, it's the radio They might need a story, so maybe I'll try light the ceiling up And dance my own puppet show Crazy cause I'm in control