Jacob Diefenbach
Текст песни Take Him Screaming

Don't know why i hate him, hate his sexy kind of contemplative half-cocked grin and beach-tanned skin; the kind i know you'd have let in.
Of course, i love him, of course, he's great!
I'm not the kind to easily hate a man for being better than me.
Oh, dear god, please take him screaming.
If you take him, take him bleeding.
I could show you, show you feeling.
If you take him, take him screaming.
Load this gun and do the high jump, blasting down this bar he raised.
Guitar string around the neck; a fitting end, wouldn't you say?
Of course, it's playful - all in jest - this jealousy, i do declare, the best will get what's coming to him.
Because he's so much better in flannelette, all the girls are getting wet; an urban cowboy herding his cattle.
And his songs vocalise to great effect, how he's longing to connect.
So get down on your knees and pray to take him screaming.