Happiness Lyrics

Happiness lyrics

You know what happens when models marry, 

You're the kind of angel they
produce. 

Pale creature more sad than savage, 

Heaven knows you're
fireproof 

In an apartment with a dirty mirror, 

You can still kiss
your face goodbye. 



I want you, I need you, 

I want your skin
upon my skin. 

I want to, possess you, 

I want to know where the
hell you've been. 



You know what happens when models marry, 

You're the sort of victim they let loose. 

Sitting on your own, it's
tragic

That no one knows the awful truth. 

You see your little
junkie friends all tell you, 

That sort of beauty is a crime. 



I want you, I need you, 

I want you confused and unable to stop. 

I want to, possess you, 

I want to know what the hell you want. 



I want you, I need you, 

I want your happiness and stars. 

I want to,  oppress you, 

I want to know who the f*ck you think you
are.