My Whitney my Whitney So beautiful in the way you tempt me, Whitney When we pass on we pass on alone, Whitney No calls no phones, Whitney Beauty by the glassful Goddamn I got my glass full Loaded room, push through the crowd To take whats mine so wonderful Words like weapons All love respecting When did this die and change so reckless We couldn't understand our setbacks Money been cashed won't come back Try not to let that define who I am My Whitney my Whitney Tempt me Whitney The poet been down frustrated The bridges must tear down they all wasted Plotting like I'm Dillinger ay Breaking out prison today What else you want me to illustrate? That I may stop and pray But nah love, I don't stay Fill up the trenches ay Love gone array Paid out one of these damn days ya When you think we gonna break ya ya Loving you it just ain't cake ya ya Can time heal whats real whats fake ya ya My Whitney my Whitney So beautiful in the way you tempt me, Whitney When we pass on we pass on alone, Whitney No calls no phones, Whitney Goddamn I don't know how to put up spaces Co-dependance running like the races Head-cases, to faded, opinions all been stated But I love you and I'll never lie Time running, Goddamn we tried This is our last night Cursed by you my whole life My Whitney My Whitney My Whitney My Whitney my Whitney So beautiful in the way you tempt me, Whitney When we pass on we pass on alone, Whitney No calls no phones, Whitney