King Kong

Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song
Drag you screaming and set in bonds, Empire State Building, King Kong
Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song

Set in chains like Damon Wayans, to the family that bears his name
Won't you look handsome, rolled up pants, and holding cocktail parties for ransom
I wanna tie you up and then some, love some type
A way our grandsons will sit upon our knees in mansions and ask about, again, through tantrums

Something wrong with a heart that longs for another
Don't you love her?
Yeah, I'm busy son, pops open a cold one, ask your mother
Don't you love her? Don't you love her?

Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song
Drag you screaming and set in bonds, Empire State Building, King Kong
Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song

I see London, I see France, I see red
Well here's your chance to pull my heart just out its cartridge, shoot at its feet and make it dance
And all my prayers are national anthems, the desert is an off-white canvas God stretched out tight over Kansas, and drew the chalk-lines round' my hands

Something wrong with a heart that longs for another
Don't you love her?
Yeah, I'm busy son, pops open a cold one, ask your mother
Don't you love her? Don't you love her?

Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song
Drag you screaming and set in bonds, Empire State Building, King Kong
Something good, it can't be this wrong, make you love me by the end of this song