Cool

It's the shadowy whisper that brushes my leg Or sends you shooting it through my brain It's the way you back up into my veins It's a cruel world But it's cool It's the way that you keep wearing me all on your clothes Or pull me back on my own bed Or let me see you getting changed It's a cruel world But it's cool I'm out in California now Ari gave me his new car And all the girls are so champagne I'm a high-liver I'm a slow burner