It's taking you a long time Waiting in the wings for me to beg for it I'm hanging on your last line Spoke so quiet like you know I love to read your lips
Might be your next morning The Fire licking at your skin all night long Might back it up on it The dark confessions of a sanctified woman
Might be your next morning The Fire licking at your skin all night long Might back it up on it The dark confessions of a sanctified woman
Breath hot on my hips, slow Through your teeth a hymn for how you love to watch me move And hunger damns the lone crow Drunk on thinking how I'd prey on every inch of you
Might be your next morning The Fire licking at your skin all night long, Might back it up on it The dark confessions of a sanctified woman
Might be your next morning The Fire licking at your skin all night long Might back it up on it The dark confessions of a sanctified womanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
