You need two pounds of complacency
You need self-hatred and low self-steem
Just a pinch of bad taste in love
And a good pot to cook it all
You need the wrong mood, wrong bar, wrong day
And that old picture of your ex
Mix it all with moonshine rum
And just wait for the perfect storm
You need a good talk with a stupid friend
With the empathy of the rattlesnakes
Cover it all with a galon of tears
Sit and wait ‘till the right chick appears
Old fashion toxic love
My recipe for a good toxic love
You need the always good old cocktail of drugs
Be our guest, choose the worst of them all
Peruvian blow always makes you so funny
And don’t forget the old Good Golly Miss Molly
Old fashion toxic love
My recipe for a good toxic love
Old fashion toxic love
My recipe for a good toxic love
