Chase Pagan

Push My Buttons
Your fear of love is oldyou're damned and you don't have a soulyou're feeling lovely, well come on let me hurt you, cause I don't feel at allyou know how to push my buttonsyou're smelling cold roses, that you picked from mother Mary's gardenyou got a lot of blood left in that dead soulyou know how to push my buttonsyour fear of love is old, you're damned and you don't have a soulyou're feeling lovely well just let me help you feel, feel like dirt From Letras Mania