Fair To Midland

And there we go instead a tease that mocks the beggar,
It looks so flawless,
I've seen them batt their eyes and come a dime-a-dozen,
Just take two steps back.
Hold me.
No, not you but the other,
The one with the rags on.
Hold me.
Substitute rain with some poison and drink to the sequel.
Torching, torching.