Take you, shake you since I can't hate you Tape you, fuck you as my name reads to you the discarded prayers I stole from your lips last night; The precious look on your face when you gave up the fight
Your flesh isn't cold when I sneak a kiss, even as I turn off the lamp And your tits don't look right at this angle so I took a knife to them, I'm sorry
You have done nothing wrong, I am just so wrong
He forgets what world he's on when he comes home to what she's done His only son left to rot! pray with us now as we scorn the skiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
