The Reigning Champ of the Teething Crowd

"give me something to chew on," she said,
 With a face longer than space,
 On the day she wore her black t-shirt
 And held her black bouquet.
 I said to come closer
 And i'd point out my favorite stars,
 And maybe we could both breathe a little life
 Into these cold coffins of hearts.
 Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
 Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
 And oh, the games we played with each other,
 Battleships sunk and triple-word scores.
 And oh, the things we said to each other,
 While knocking the vases onto the floor.
 Because she is as stunning
 As a phaser set on 'stun,'
 And yeah, she'll stop your pulse,
 But not without some fun.
 She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
 And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.
 She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
 And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.
 She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
 And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.