(The) Internet Killed the Video Star

Burn the instructions or plague the inventor? Quick, easy, and painless I'm a careless romantic Wandering the streets Luring strangers in the dark If they follow in my footsteps Then I'll love them all half-blind If you want to make a scene Then you've gotta make a scene I'll put my hands on you You put your hands on me If you want to make a scene Then you've gotta make a scene I wasn't looking for trouble But trouble found me You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch I caught you staring, it's not your fault I killed the lights cause I saw it all I caught you staring, it's not your fault I kissed your lips, but not for too long Tick tock, tick tock, the hour is up Told to be anxious You're a bit out of line Sew it up like every other time Un-amused at the table by the bedroom They're all mine If you want to make a scene Then you've gotta make a scene You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch You put your hands on me I'll put my hands on you You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch Sew it up like every other time So in love like every other time The needle and thread make me shiver The red on your hands spells out martyr I caught you staring, it's not your fault I killed the lights cause I saw it all I caught you staring, it's not your fault I swear to God I watched you fall I caught you staring, it's not your fault Your perfect picture left its mark I caught you staring, it's not your fault I kissed your lips, but not for too long, too long I caught you staring, it's not your fault, too long I caught you staring, it's not your fault, too long Too long, too long I kissed your lips, but not for too long