It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise. Blue door, blue road, blue blue skies. Hat hangs on a nail by the door, Ain’t no one gonna wear it no more. Sky shining on the wood of the floor- It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise. Sitting by the road wondering when you’re gonna come and get me. Twenty-six years spent down in the pink nunnery. Nun’s habit is worn like a cigarette; I want you hard; do you think it’s what I’m gonna get? My fingers curl round the lead of my rosary- When when when when when are you coming for me? I see your face like a ghost at the door; Fake smile ain’t gonna cut it no more. Blue blood is pooling down on the floor- When I get back, it better not be there no more! Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you? And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you? Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door? Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor? I wanna ride you like a stick that floats on the sea. I wanna ride you on the floor of the pink nunnery. I wanna ride you up to heavens door; I’ll make you rise from your bedroom floor… I wanna ride you like a horse up to heaven’s door. I’ll make you rise up up from your bedroom floor. I’ll be your mermaid with a tail that’s one inch wide. You be my seahorse with eyes that are round and wide. Hidden treasure in the coral bed- You can have it all if you take me to bed. I wanna be your mermaid with a tail that is one inch wide- But I can’t do nothing if you act like a seahorse and hide! Wavy shadows that the sun doesn’t wash away, Wavy nights that can flow right through the day, It ain’t clear if I really matter anyway- Nothing ain’t clear when I’m shattered like a star for you. Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you? And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you? Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door? Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor? Green man lying back in his bed like a stick. Stars overhead but he’s just lying back like a stick. Fingers curl on his cock like a cigarette; I want you hard but it ain’t what I’m gonna get. Stars overhead- they’re calling calling calling for me. When when when when when are you coming for me? I think it’s clear that I’m ready to go; My knees are knocking by the side of the road. One pink bag and one that’s blue One little being that is freezing in the night for you… Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you? And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you? Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door? Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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