You were writhing on the floor like a moth in molasses Whoever taught you to move your body like that? Goose pimples just vanished like some out of date acid Whoever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like you Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost. Maybe someday I can scream like you Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
You were crying on the shoulders of the men in the shadows, Whoever taught you to sell your sex like that? I'm thinking two halos in a stain-glass window Jesus' strangers are as strange as that
Maybe someday I could move like you I'm not looking for a holy ghost. Maybe someday I can scream like you I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
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