You're cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young; red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup; you're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles and I'm afraid to ask and all your wrath and cutting beauty you're poison in the pretty glass you're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.
You're all humming live wires under your killing clothes. Get over here; I wanna kiss your skinny throat. You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.