Faith No More

Styling, you know you are styling
So turn to the mirror and blow yourself a kiss
It goes just like this
Youve done it a thousand times
Its as easy as drinking wine, only now its blood.
Here it come again
(treating you so kind)
Till it comes again
(leaving you no mind)
Your feelings, they flow without reason
So look to the stars above and
Blow it all away.
I come without warning