She helped her son sleep by giving him Cognac She worked a while as a circus acrobat She changed lovers on a weekly basis And posed nude for a couple crap artists Her boy's disintrest in women Led her to hire him hookers One of whom he fell in love with A fat tramp nearly twice his elder Once a year for the rest of his life He pryed for his mom on her death's anniversary Leaving paradise Living paralyzed Happily anesthetized Counting alibis Learning to despise Happily anesthesized This one takes care of her ankles Her cooking has "that good flavor" When she purses her lips on purpose You can see the smell climb of them She wasn't trying to be judgemental Though her work makes one think she was In her world that's a black and white world Blood is ink and skin is paper A Swiss army quill can perform miracles In the hand of one so spiritual Leaving Paradise Living paralyzed Happily anesthesized Counting alibis Learning to despise Struggling against recovery Leaving Paradise Living paralyzed Happily anesthesizedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
