Scare Me Back

Don’t be scared, baby, scare me back.
Let me hear that wicked laugh.
A little too loud, a little too much.
I’ve been good all week, enough’s enough.
Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Fake sharp teeth, but you hide that smile.
Play nice and normal a long damn while.
Paid to scream, scared to speak.
Bite your tongue all damn week.
Let ‘em stare, here’s a nasty little truth.
They wanna let loose just like you.
My knees still shake. So what?
So what? I like this feeling way too much.
Who’s scary now?
Don’t be scared, baby, scare me back.
Let me hear that wicked laugh.
If we look stupid, let ‘em see.
A little less perfect looks good on me.
Eek!
I wasn’t scared of painted teeth.
I was scared you’d laugh at me.
Now I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe.
Ooh.
Drop that pose, let the shoulders shake.
Nobody’s grading the moves you make.
It’s behind you. Don’t be scared, baby, scare me back.
Let me hear that wicked laugh.
A little too loud, a little too much.
I’ve been good all week, enough’s enough.
So what if we look mad tonight?
I’d rather laugh than get it right.
Ooh!
Don’t be scared, baby, scare me back.
Don’t be scared, baby, scare me back.