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