Lyrics

(whistling) If you take my eyes, I'm the man in love I'm the man of the house If I'm using my hands, I can see the inside of your mouth Oh, Petra Rae You rest on me Oh, Petra Rae Fire up the night, I'm a socialite I'm a torrent of rage I can see from behind to my brain and my spine And thoughts of who I was before you came Oh, Petra Rae You rest on me Oh, Petra Rae I shit you not, you broke my heart To make it whole, to make it start You stick around, I run from you If that's not love, then nothing is true Oh, Petra Rae