All alone in my bedroom With the lights turned down and my roommate gone I know it's over still I cling on 'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl And I don't need anyone But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste And your smoking gun
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til I run dry
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me 'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone But this wouldn't be the first or last time that Both these tears and I have come
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til I run dry
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic I'm not letting go And letting go could be orgasmic But i guess I wouldn't know
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til I run dryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
