She's my baby. She is a Raygun
  Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun
  She is my sunshine. My only sunshine
  Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.
  
  She's temp, she's temp
  She got a special place for you
  She's temp, She's temp
  Underneath her favorite pair of shoes
  
  Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread
  Playing catch with living skulls
  Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive
  
  She my baby, she got the big gulp
  Devour my soul food over and over
  Trouble breathing, my world is strangling
  Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on
  
  She's temp, She's temp
  She's into nucleo and nucliete
  She's temp, She's temp
  She makes me feel like I'm hovering
  580 meters over Hiroshima
  
  Just a piece of sun
  On your skin I burn a home
  Lying lotion soothes the pain
  Peel me off before I fall
  
  She's to blame, she seems a bit insane
  She likes it when it rains all day long
  Happiness is knockin', but she cries
  Then turning out the light she runs at night