I liked you better when you fit in my pocket Trembling so slightly I could fail to even spot it Bite sized, still you had teeth enough to rend The bites got bigger the more mouthfuls we tried to prevent
Didn't even have to look you in the eye God, they were awful eyefuls to behold To be sure, they were not pure, those fetid springs we tried to cure, still we rolled up our sleeves and went down with our sieves to the cay
The vacant gut the manticore I could only guess the beast hungered for something more
Those yawning jaws my dental awe three rows of incisors and not a single flaw
Didn't even have to look you in the eye God, they were awful eyefuls to behold They were rotten to the core, those loathsome fruit our orchard bore, still at the first sign of drop we went out to the crop with our gloves
Don't tell me 'bout all the flesh you've torn through All the harems that you secretly are sworn to Out comes the confession, now where's the mystery? Your history only serves to repulse me
Oh winged one I'll sleep while you eat just wake me up when you are done
Take to the air If you must return for more I swear I will not careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
