Madeline

All the boys love Madeline They call her pretty names Watch her walk the hallway Like she's some kind of saint All the girls love Madeline She's kind, she's always cool If you ask me about Madeline I'll tell you the truth That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite But most of all, I wanna know why There she is again, Madeline I can't explain her grip on me It'd make it easier if I could just forget The way she looks at me I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite But most of all, I wanna know why I wanna know why I wanna know why Wanna know why Cuz it makes no sense how soft I feel The violence of it all And I hate to think that it's my fault That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red Wanna bruise her and amuse her and wear her shoes Wanna hold her and console her, wanna make her my tattoo I wanna be her and I want her, and I wish I knew between the two But I Most of all, I wanna know why All the boys love Madeline I hate the way they do