Texty: Ben Lee. Catch My Disease.

My head is a box filled with nothing
and thats the way i like it
my garden's a secret compartment
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
your body's a dream that turns violent
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
the winter is long in the city
and thats the way i like it

so please
baby please
open your heart
and catch my disease

i was backstage in pomona
and thats the way i like it
she drank beer with coca-cola
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
she told me about the winds from santa ana
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
she told me she'd love me like fireworks
and thats the way i like it

so please
baby please
open your eyes
and catch my disease

so please
baby please
cmon
and catch my disease

they play good charlotte on the radio
and thats the way i like it
they play sleepy jackson on the radio
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
i hear beyonce on the radio
and thats the way i like it
and thats the way i like it
they dont play me on the radio
but thats the way i like it

so please
baby please
open your heart
and catch my disease

so please
baby please
cmon
and catch my disease