Precious fingers, she knows how to hold the poison Lick it, dip it and for no particular reason She crawls on the floor, slides against the door Press your fingers over blossom, and it's season Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way Every night, every day
Never meant to show up here anyway Only fucking you till the season change
Treasure deep between the places that you hold dear Can't it hurt to act as if we are in love here? Lie across this chair, fingers everywhere To define all the angels up above here Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way Every night, every day
Never meant to show up here anyway Only fucking you till the season change
When you cum, be a good girl Hold your breath, make it last long And it's called death A little death, girl
Never make a show of fear anyway Only fucking you till the season change Never make a show of fear anyway Only fucking you till the season changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
