Nom de Plume

My baby's got a nom de plume

She goes, "Aaaaaaaaaaaah"

I met her in a sealed tomb

She goes, "Aaaaaaaaaaaah"

Yeah, baby, that's the sound of the barrels letting loose

Take my hand

We'll go online tonight

I'm a two-hearted man

And you get to be the woman tonight

And we get it right

Yeah, shake it up because I like it fizzy

You're mother was half-Irish Catholic

And half-Ukrainian Jew

The spirit of darkness lives inside of you

And it's Ukrainian, too

That's why my baby's got a nom de plume

Aaaaaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaaaaah

Get so mad

We're going ball-gazing tonight

I got holes in my hands

And I could tell you some stories tonight

Over Turkish Delight

Take my hand

We'll go offline tonight

I'm a two-hearted man

And you get to be the woman tonight

And we'll get it right