Pretty Lips

When I saw her on the edge I thought I knew just what to say When I saw him squeeze her little hand I had to prove I was her man Pretty lips hold me down From the tops of buildings (to the), velvet underground Pretty lips hold me down Squamous epithelium stratified around Lyra's tongue was freezer burnt But at the time I didn't have concerns So I left her stranded in a field Where nothing is impossible Pretty lips hold me down From the tops of buildings to the velvet underground Pretty lips hold me down Squamous epithelium lubricates the sounds No no no no no no no Help me