I wish I could eat the salt off of lost faded lips We can cap the old times playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines make playing nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
But it's different now I'm poor and aging I'll never see this again You'll go stabbing in the neck
And we can find new ways of playing only logical harm And we can top the old times Making that nothing else change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
It's now that I'm poor and aging I'll seen this place again You'll go yourself in the neck
But it's different now I'm poor and aging never see this place again And you'll go stabbing yourself in the
It's in the way she poses in the things that she puts in my head Her are boring and stuff She's always my bluff
She puts the, she puts the into my little heart And she in my room and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little I said, "She puts the weights my little heart"
She packs away, she away She packs away, she away She packs away, she packs She away
It's in the way she walks Her heaven is never She puts the weights in my She puts the, she puts the into my little heart